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GLORIOUS  GATEWAY  OF  THE  WEST 


THE  LIBRARY 

OF 

THE  UNIVERSITY 
OF  CALIFORNIA 

LOS  ANGELES 


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Celebration 

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The  Glorious  Gateway 
of  the  West 


An  Historic  Pageant  of  the  Story  of  Fort  Wayne 

Commemorating  the 

One  Hundredth  Anniversary 

of 

Indiana's  Admission 

to  the 

Sisterhood  of 
States 


Presented  in  June,  1916 

at  Reservoir  Park  by  a  Company  of  over 

Eleven  Hundred  Citizens  of 

Fort  Wayne 


CAMf .    LIBSAfiK,    LQ* 


Copyright,  1916,  by  the  Fort  Wayne,  Indiana, 
Centennial  Association. 

All  rights  of  reproduction,  wholly  or  in  part, 

are  reserved  to  The  Stage  Guild,  Room  917, 

Railway  Exchange,  Chicago. 


Foreword 


In  the  year  seventeen  hundred  and  ninety-five,  at  the  mem- 
orable Treaty  of  Greenville,  Chief  Little  Turtle,  wisest  of  the 
savages  of  all  times,  pleaded  with  General  Wayne  to  permit  the 
Indians  to  retain  the  ownership  of  the  lands  on  which  the  City 
of  Fort  Wayne  now  stands.  He  called  it  "that  glorious  gate- 
way through  which  have  come  all  of  the  good  words  of  our 
chiefs,  from  the  North  to  the  South,  and  from  the  East  to  the 
West." 

Wayne,  the  pupil  of  Washington,  under  whose  instructions 
he  had  established  his  fort  at  the  head  of  the  Maumee,  and  who 
shared  with  Washington  the  conviction  that  "the  Miami 
village  points  to  an  important  post  for  the  Union,"  refused  the 
earnest  plea  of  the  Red  Man. 

Today,  through  this  "glorious  gateway"  of  civilization  pass 
with  kindliness  and  gentleness  to  the  regions  beyond  the 
knowledge  of  men,  the  "good  words"  of  the  truest  type  of 
modern  citizenship — inspiration,  truth,  service.  These  are 
made  manifest  in  the  Pageant.  They  are  its  very  foundation. 

The  play  will  pass  away.  Its  spirit  will  remain  to  the  end  of 
time;  for  the  work  here  done  by  willing  hearts  and  hands,  can 
never  fade  from  the  lives  of  those  who  see  and  those  who  do. 
And  coming  generations  of  men  will  feel  the  power  of  an  unseen 
influence  of  the  Centennial  year  of  nineteen  hundred  and  six- 
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Indiana  Centennial  Officials 


GENERAL  CHAIRMAN Edward  C.  Miller 

GENERAL  SECRETARY Maurice  C.  Niezer 

ASSISTANT  SECRETARY.  . . ., R.  B.  Garmire 

GENERAL  TREASURER.  .  .  .Samuel  Wolf 


CABINET 
Wm.  M.  Griffin,  Chairman 


S.  E.  Mulholland 
Van  B.  Perrine 
Byron  Somers 
Frank  E.  Bohn 
M.  H.  Luecke 


George  M.  Haffner 
Harry  G.  Hogan 
Charles  Niebergall 
E.  W.  Puekett 
E.  H.  Merritt 


EXECUTIVE  BOARD 


Ward  Wilt 
Wm.  M.  Griffin 
Van  B.  Perrine 
J.  Ross  McCulloeh 
M.  H.  Lueeke 
E.  C.  Miller 
Frank  Rahe 
Joseph  D.  Shaw 
E.  W.  Dodez 
J.  L.  Shields 
J.  C.  Hutzell 
J.  B.  Mills 
S.  E.  Mulholland 
Mrs.  A.  E.  Fauve 


Mrs.  Fred  McCulloeh 
B.  J.  Griswold 
Byron  Somers 
Frank  E.  Bohn 
W.  J.  Hosey 
W.  F.  Graeter 
A.  F.  Hall 
M.  Dukes 

Clayton  H.  Johnson 
Henry  Beadell 
W.  F.  Ranke 
A.  S.  Bond 
W.  S.  Rastetter 
Mrs.  Clark  Fairbank 
Mrs.  Margaret  Crankshaw 


M.  C.  Niezer 
F.  E.  Stouder 
H.  P.  Fletcher 
C.  F.  Bicknell 
H.  G.  Hogan 
George  M.  Haffner 
E.  W.  Puekett 
P.  B.  Bell 
C.  R.  Lipke 
L.  H.  Moore 
C.  R.  Weatherhogg 
Harry  Williams 
E.  H.  Merritt 
Miss  Flora  Wilber 


COMMITTEES 
PAGEANT 

Frank  E.  Stouder,  Chairman 

Harry  W.  Muller,  Secretary 

Miss  Madge  Magee,  Assistant  Secretary 


Miss  Flora  Wilber 
Mrs.  A.  J.  Detzer 
Mrs.  A.  E.  Fauve 
E.  H.  Merritt 
Chas.  Muhler 
Julian  Franke 


Capt.  Byrqade 
Wm.  Schwier 
Clayton  H.  Johnson 
Mrs.  John  Moring 
B.  J.  Griswold 
Ward  Wilt 


Prof.  J.  N.  Study 
Chas.  Weatherhogg 
Chas.  N.  Rundell 
Mrs.  Crankshaw 
Prof.  Wm.  Miles 
W.  H.  W.  Peltier 


COMMITTEES— Continued. 

ARRANGEMENT  ENTERTAINMENT  OF  VISITORS 

E.  W.  Puckett,  Chairman  B.  Paul  Mossman,  Chairman 

LEGAL  CONTEST 

H.  G.  Hogan,  Chairman  James  Shields,  Chairman 

PUBLICITY  ILLUMINATING  AND  DECORATING 

Martin  Lueoke,  Chairman  J.  B.  Crankshaw,  Chairman 

PUBLIC  SAFETY  PROGRAM,  SOUVENIRS  AND  BUTTONS 

Wm.  Shambaugh,  Chairman  Byron  Somers,  Chairman 

TRANSPORTATION  CONCESSION 

Sol.  K.  Blair,  Chairman  Samuel  Mulholland,  Chairman 

TICKET  COUNTY 

Samuel  Wolf,  Chairman  E.  G.  Hoffman,  Chairman 

SPEAKERS  MEN'S  FINANCE 

Sanniel  M.  Foster,  Chairman  Louis  Curdes,  Chairman 

MUNICIPAL  WOMEN'S  FINANCE 

W.  J.  Hosey,  Chairman  Mrs.  Fred  McCuiloch,  Chairman 

HOME  COMING  Music 

Wm.  Scheiman,  Chairman  Ross  Franklin,  Chairman 

Music  FOR  PAGEANT 
John  L.  Verweire,  Director 


PAGEANT  MASTER Donald  Robertson 

ASSISTANT William  Owen 

STAGE  MANAGER David  Fuller 

MUSICAL  DIRECTOR John  L.  Verweire 

PRESS  REPRESENTATIVE B.  J.  Griswold 

SCENERY  AND  PROPERTIES William  Ersig 

SEATING T.  Bart  McHugh 

STAGE  CARPENTER William  Walters 

PROPERTY  MAN Chris.  Hahn 

COSTUMES Fritz  Schoultz 

LIGHTING Chicago  Stage  Lighting  Co. 


Cast  of  Characters 

THUNDERHEAD,  &  Prophet  of  the  Miamis Donald  Robertson 

SCENE  I 

Principal  Understudy 

A-SAY'PON  (The  Raccoon),  Sachem 

of  the  Miamis E.  H.  Kilbourne A.  J.  Brink 

AT-CHEE'PONG        (The    Snapping 

Turtle),      War-Chief      of      the 

Miamis^? Walton  H.  Ingham .  .  .  Leo  Behler 

MICHEL,  a  French  Trader F.  B.  Bradley L.  W.  Duncan 

AH-PAS'SYAH  (The  Fawn),  Michel's 

Squaw Ellen  Doyle Bess  Banks 

PHILLIPPE,  a  French  Trader W.  J.  Wilcox R.  Beuret 

OH-SAY-MO-NEE,  Phillippe's  SquawLucille  Paxton Irene  Miller 

CHANK-TUN    (Noise    Maker),     an 

Indian  Runner William  Mossman .  .  .  .  H.  Derek 

WEE-PEE'CHAH    (The    Flint),    an 

Indian  Runner Howard  Benninghoff .  .Robert  Richey 

FATHER  CLAUDE   ALLOUEZ,   Mis- 
sionary Priest,  Society  of  Jesus .  .Maurice  C.  Niezer. . .  .W.  J.  McGarry 

EDOUARD,  a  French  Trapper Otto  Fuelber Ed.  Bruns 

CHRISTOPHE,  a  French  Trapper..  .Wayne  Monahan S.  DeWald 

CONVERTED  INDIAN E.  P.  Bennigen Joe  Barker 

HOSTILE  INDIAN.  .  .  .S.  L.  Burson. .  . .  J.  C.  O'Rourke 


INDIANS  APPEARING  IN  SCENES  I,  II  AND  III 

Henry  Lamas ter,  Stephen  DeWald,  H.  P.  Beck,  A.  M.  Romberg,  J.  C. 
O'Rourke,  J.  Doriot,  Leo  Buhler,  Walter  Berghoff ,  A.  J.  Schoenbein,  Hubert 
Sudhoff,  Virgil  Roy,  Alphonse  Centlivre,  Francis  Propp,  Emil  Braun, 
C.  J.  Ueber,  Patrick  J.  Cain,  A.  J.  Neidhart,  R.  Barrett,  C.  M.  Harken- 
rider,  G.  J.  Sullivan,  Alphonse  Beuret,  Harold  Beuret,  Ray  Bueter,  Amos 
L.  Jockel,  Clarence  Getz,  Donald  Beck,  Fred  Fry,  R.  Beuret,  Wm.  Hays, 
E.  DeWald,  D.  Haley,  P.  Foohey,  J.  DeWald,  L.  Kelly,  A.  J.  Brink,  M. 
C.  Drennan,  B.  O'Rourke,  F.  Doriot,  W.  Nassenstein.  Raymond  Pierre, 
Eugene  Doyle,  Hugh  Hart,  John  Brown,  John  Flemion,  Geo.  Telly, 
Russell  Mullen,  Joseph  Trempel,  Gerald  Halstein,  Carl  Ankenbruck, 
Arnold  Woehnker,  Urban  Arnold,  Frank  Schulte,  Jerome  Klingenbarger, 
Erwin  Zern,  Elmer  Grosch,  Jesse  Klingenberger,  Robert  Bangert. 

SQUAWS 

Helen  Trisch,  Mrs.  Lilie  Shumaker,  Margaret  Welker,  Marcelle  Egge- 
man,  Rose  Goldberger,  Sarah  Goldberger,*  Indra  Bryant,  W.  Bicknell, 
C.  Underbill,  Irene  Giles,  B.  Starkel,  Mrs.  Lulu  Hontheim,HelenMarkey, 
B.  Neely,  L.  Kinley,  E.  Rayhouser,  Genevieve  Miller,  Fanny  Goldberger, 
May  Firestine,  Irene  Bowman,  M.  Clutter,  M.  Weaver,  Mary  Philley, 
Bess  Banks,  Velma  Ross,  Lucy  King,  Irene':  Derek,  Helen  Peters,  Mrs. 
Otto  Fuelber,  Elsie  Hyde,  Gladys  Johnston,  Bessie  Rowe,  Irene  Miller 
Dorothy  Swihart. 

INDIAN  CHILDREN 

Ruth  Gloss,  D.  Duck,  C.  Bralton,  Edith  Lqngsworth,  Halfred  Burson, 
Dorothy  Garmire,  Mildred  Fruechte,  Beatrice  Mills,  Catherine  Lott, 
Martha  Washburn,  Thelma  Washburn,  Virginia  Swihart,  Ethel  Mollett. 
Merle  Bishop,  Raymond  Merickel,  Hubert  Koehlinger,  Joseph  Druhot, 
James  Druhot,  James  Bradley,  Ralph  Greaney,  John  Hass,  Michael 
Zwieg,  Carl  Jerles,  Abe  Latker,  Mike  Michelson,  Mac  Merickle,  Robert 
Meyer,  Elmer  Kepler. 


SCENE  II 

Principal  Understudy 

ENSIGN  HOLMES Stephen  Callahan Tom  Outland 

SEKGEANT  STILWELL Frank  Dulin E.  J.  Sorg 

GEORGE  MACKENZIE,  British 

Trader Dr.  Walter  Langtry. .  .Herbert  Myers 

GODFROI,  French  Canadian.  .Frank  Hogan D.  P.  Wilcoxen 

DONALDSON,  a  British  Settler. Frank  Bangert Gerald  Zent 

MRS.  DONALDSON,  his  wife..  .Mrs.  Ed.  Bennigen.  .  .Florence  Freiberger 
LAFARGE,  a  French  half -breedWill  H.  Tschannen.  .  .Paul  Thiel 

KANE,  an  English  trapper.  .  .L.  R.  Young W.  W.  Teichman 

OH-SEE-GAN-IT,       a       young 

Miami  Chief J.  R.  Mitchell Dr.  George  W.  Gillie 

MAY-AH-PON-CHAH,  an  Indian 

girl Dorothy  Detzer Mildred  Ehrman 

AN  ENGLISH  SENTRY E.  J.  Reinhart Lawrence  Horn 

ENGLISH  GARRISON 

Edward  White,  John  Watt,  J.  Erwin,  Gerald  Zent,  Moody  Zent,  R.  D. 
Southern,  Arthur  Wilker,  Alfred  Bogenschutz,  Thos.  Outland,  Floyd 
Baldwin,  Jay  Mingus,  Carl  Winklemeyer,  Harry  Warfel,  Paul  Thiele, 
Otto  Braun,  Herbert  Myers,  Walter  Geller,  Edgar  Bradley,  Nelson 
Thompson,  Howard  Bauerle. 


SCENE  III 

Principal  Understudy 

THE  LITTLE  TURTLE  (Mi'shi-kin- 
noq  kwa),  War  Chief  of  the 
Miamis E.  D.  Fair John  Slater 

ME'TE-AH  (Kiss  Me),  Sachem  of 

the  Miamis J.  M.  Stouder J.  Blake 

BUCK-ONG-GE-HE'LOS  (The  Break- 
er in  Pieces),  War  Chief  of  the 
Delawares Harry  Muller Walter  Hanauer 

BLUE  JACKET  (Wey'ah-peer-sen'- 
wah),  War  Chief  of  the  Shaw- 
nees Will  Ralston Chas.  Strodel 

GE-LE'LE-MEND   (The  Leader),  a 

Chief  of  the  Delawares Dr.  W.  F.  Sehrader.  A.  E.  Kleeberg 

WINAMAC     (The     Catfish),    War 

Chief  of  the  Potawatomis Judge  J.  H.  Aiken.  .Frank  Doriot 

TAR-KE,  a  Chief  of  the  Miamis. . .  C.  M.  Haffner J.  Didier 

LE  GRIS,  a  Chief  of  the  Miamis.  .Dr.  C.  L.  Taylor.  .  .H.  Bash 

TECUMSEH     (Going     Across),     a 

Brave  of  the  Shawnees W.  H.  Rohan W.  M.  Oswald 

COLONEL    ALEXANDER    McKEE, 

British  Indian  Agent Harry  Hilgemann. .  .M.  Emerick 

MAJOR    WILLIAM    CAMPBELL,    of 

His  Majesty's  24th  Foot J.  J.  Brennan Robert  Alterkruse 

MAJOR-GENERAL  ANTHONY 
WAYNE,  commanding  the 
Legion  of  the  United  States Charles  M.  Niezer.  .A.  M.  Romberg 

MAJOR-GENERAL  CHARLES  SCOTT, 
commanding  the  Kentucky  Vol- 
unteers  D.  R.  Litsey Clarence  Getz 

BRIGADIER-GENERAL  THOMAS 
POSEY,  of  General  Wayne's 
staff J.  J.  Ritter R.  A.  Buhler 

LIEUTENANT-COLONEL  JOHN  F. 
HAMTRAMCK,  commandant  of 
Fort  Wayne E.  J.  Sorg C.  D.  Ream 

CAPTAIN  WILLIAM  WELLS  (Ape- 
konit),  commanding  the  Com- 
pany of  Scouts Harvey  P  Ingham. .  Raymond  Beuret 

CAPTAIN  JACOB  KINGSBURY,  Offi- 
cer of  the  Day C.  H.  Wilcoxen .  .  .  .  W.  D.  Hite 


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SCENE  III— Continued 

Principal  Understudy 

CAPTAIN  MOSES  PORTER,  of  the 

Artillery Eugene  Martz C.  L.  Scribner 

CAPTAIN  RICHARD  A.  GREATON, 

of  the  Second  Sub-Legion C.  E.  Howe Chas.  Harkenrider 

LIEUTENANT  WILLIAM  HENRY 
HARRISON,  of  the  First  Sub- 
legion O.  F.  Piepenbrink. .  .Robert  Bangert 

MRS.  WILLIAM  WELLS  (Sweet 
Breeze),  daughter  of  The  Little 
Turtle Mrs:  Marie  Hale .  .  .Mona  Hale 

ADDITIONAL  INDIANS  APPEARING  IN  SCENE  III 

E.  Miller,  Roland  Apfelbaum,  Herbert  Buck,  Edwin  Seibt,  Merlin 
Granger,  Walter  Schmidt,  Thos  Diffendorfer,  Lawrence  Horn,  Clements, 
Showalter,  G.  H.  Russell,  Lloyd  Harner,  Walter  Hanauer,  G.  Lochner, 
W.  R.  Brown,  Cecil  Beddle,  Geo.  Jaeger,  Joan  Welty,  W.  W.  Oswald, 
W.  E.  Racine,  Walter  Hayes,  Geo.  Bauer,  Lewis  Horn,  Norman  Boerger, 
Ed.  Melching. 

CONTINENTAL  SOLDIERS 

L.  Schneider,  N.  Stiles,  H.  Scott,  J.  Stockberger,  S.  Snyder,  W.  Schlatter 
P.  Van  Osdale,  C.  Cornish,  J.  Hattery,  Ford  Fair,  S.  Smith,  R.  Com  pare  t 
M.  Culver,  R.  Hobrock,  R.  Coburn,  R.  Kite,  C.  Jackson,  B.  Hall,  R 
Blitz,  A.  Goldberger,  Kauffman,  H.  Keller,  K.  Beierlein,  R.  Perry,  E 
Kraus,  J.  King,  De  Witt  May,  P.  Traub,  H.  Herrington,  Joe  Brennan. 


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SCENE  IV 

Principal  Understudy 

MAJOR  B.  F.  STICKNEY,  Indian 

Agent Ewing  Bond Albert  Foerster 

MBS.  PELTIER Mrs.  Will  Peltier.  .  .Erma  Duderstadt 

MRS.  CURTIS Mary  Philley Mrs.  J.  Stephens 

CAPTAIN  JAMES  RHEA Ray  McAdams D.  F.  Abbott 

LIEUTENANT  PHILIP  OSTANDER  .  .  Robert  Smith Ed.  Pelz 

LIEUTENANT  CURTIS H.  C.  Moriarty Walter  Beerman 

SERGEANT  KING Ralph  Brower William  Ehle 

WILLIAM  OLIVER Geo.  W.  Ryder H.  Scott 

LOGAN E;  W.  Miller Paul  Sarver 

COLONEL  JOHN  ALLEN B.  S.  Peigh S.  Yaney 

COLONEL  ADAMS Wayne  Bell Dr.  A.  G.  Emrick 

COLONEL  HAWKINS Ed.  Hauswirth Theodore  Fisher 

GENERAL  WILLIAM  HENRY  HAR- 
RISON   H.  C.  Neilsberg .  .  .  .  J.  J.  Ritter 

FALLING  SENTRY C.  W.  Moellering. .  .N.  Kendall 

SPEAKING  SENTRY O.  F.  Sihler L.  Morton 

GATE  SENTRY P.  F.  Boyer C.  Mong 

FOUR  GARRISON  SOLDIERS:    Harold  Peck,  Paul  Hobrook,  King  Muckley, 

Ralph  Hershberger. 
CIVILIAN  WOMEN 


CONTINENTAL  SOLDIERS 
Company  B  High  School  Cadets. 

SQUAWS 
Same  as  named  in  Scene  II. 

KENTUCKY  VOLUNTEERS 


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Principal  Understudy 

MAJOR  JOSIAH  N.  VOSE,  5th  In- 
fantry, U.  S.  A.,  commandant.  .A.  F.  Bullerman        Ed.  Melching 

SAMUEL  HANNA Robert  Hanna Walter  Curdes 

MAJOR  B.  F.  STICKNEY,  Indian 

Agent Ewing  Bond H.  Harrington 

WILLIAM  SUTTENPIELD Tom  J.  Kelly Robt.  E.  Kelly 

LAURA  SUTTENPIELD,  his  wife. . .  .Mrs.  W.  C.  Kaiser. .  Josephine  Hender- 
son 

JAMES  PELTIER W.  H.  W.  Peltier . .  .  Louis  Crosby 

ANGELINE  CHAPETEAU  PELTIER, 

his  wife Mrs.  W.H.W.Peltier.Irma  Duderstadt 

CHIEF   RICHARDVILLE,    Chief   of 

the  Miamis C.  E.  Morton Victor  Cramer 

LIEUTENANT     CLARK,     5th     In- 
fantry, U.  S.  A Al.  Racht Jos.  Grable 

MARY  WILLIAMS Carlanthia   Ray- 

houser 

CIVILIAN  WOMEN 

SOLDIERS  OF  1819 
CONTINENTAL  SOLDIERS 

Jay  Blake,  H.  Bash,  J.  Didier,  M.  Emerick,  K.  Foster,  C.  Fergusen, 
A.  Fishback,  G.  Funk,  G.  Fries,  I.  Field,  L.  Herman,  H.  Hoglund,  E. 
Johnston,  N.  Kendall,  L.  Morton,  G.  Mong,  D.  Merrill,  M.  Raquet, 
R.  Wilkens,  E.  Wilkens,  K.  Muckley,  H.  Quicksell,  E.  Foster,  C.  Buck, 
J.  Underbill,  M.  Wilkens,  H.  Driftmeyer,  P.  Borgman,  E.  Smith,  R.  Merri- 
man,  H.  Heine,  G.  Ryan,  R.  Bromelmeier,  I.  Guenther,  N.  Wariner,  C. 
Hetrick,  L.  Wolf,  D.  Savier,  P.  Hobrock,  J.  Grable,  V.  Rogers,  B.  Rob- 
inson. 

SIX  INDIANS 


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SCENE  VI 

Principal  Understudy 

HENRY  W.  LAWTON Ellis  Hoagland Lloyd  Harner 

WILLIAM  P.  SEGUE Otto  C.  Meyer S.  S.  Kelker 

WILLIAM  H.  LINK Healy  Link Arthur  W.  Parry 

GEORGE  HUMPHREY Al.  Gross 

FRANKLIN  P.  RANDALL,  Mayor  of 

Fort  Wayne Geo.  Randall Harry  Muller 

HUGH  McCuLLOCH Fred  McCulloch. . .  .  Otto  Fuelber 

ALLEN  HAMILTON Dr.  Allen  Hamilton .  Harry  Muller 

MORGAN  FRENCH B.  J.  Griswold J.  H.  Ackerman 

MRS.  FRANCIS  AVELINE Mrs.  B.  J.  Griswold.  .May  Muller 

NEWSBOYS Robert     Hartnett,      John      Hartnett, 

Zenas  Campbell 

IST  MAN  IN  CROWD A.  W.  Perry 

2ND  MAN  IN  CROWD M.  Wilkens 

SRD  MAN  IN  CROWD H.  Quicksell 

THE  THREE  MONTHS'  VOLUNTEERS 

Samuel  S.  Kelker,  Joseph  Kickley,  C.  W.  Fairfield,  John  Kunns, 
Rudolph  Ripley,  Rush  Parker,  William  Mcllvaine,*  and  one  hundred 
others. 

WOMEN  OF  FORT  WAYNE 

Vivian  Lantz,  Pearl  Tresch,  Hazel  Broacks,  Hilda  Haiber,  Garneta 
Long,  Nellie  Pape,  Rhea  Tanner,  Hilda  Wermer,  Hazel  Ross,  Georgianna 
Fike,  Helen  Jones,  Allegre  Leverton,  Grace  Whitcraft,  Norene  Petgen, 
Margery  Oliver,  Florence  Smith,  Alice  Kierspe,  Mildred  Gehringer, 
Marion  Dial,  Dua  Ayne  Dial,  Retrevea  Gehringer,  Pauline  Gehringer. 


*These  seven  men  are  the  sole  survivors  of  the  original  "Three  Months' 
Volunteers. ' ' 


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NORTHERN  INDIANA  VOLUNTEERS 


Abram,  H. 

Andres,  W. 

Baade,  E. 

Battenberg,  O. 

Betz,  A. 

Brommer,  W. 

Burandt,  H. 

Dinda,  J. 

Drews,  Wm. 

Feucht,  O. 

Grewe,  A. 

Heerboth,  M. 

Henitz,  0. 

Kramer,  Kl. 

Krome,  W. 

Lueke,  Wm. 

Luersen,  C. 

Mader,  P. 

Mahler,  G. 

Marutz,  A. 

Meyer,  W. 

Miller,  W. 

Opitz,  Wm. 

Pelikan,  J. 

Riess,  O. 

Rolf,  A. 

Schumacher,  H. 

Schwarzkopff,  L. 

Spiegel,  C. 
Vandre,  W. 
Wiese,  H. 
Bartling,  E. 
Bauer  W. 
Dorn,  T. 
Ergang,  R. 
Fedtke,  0. 
Frederking,  T. 
Gold,  P. 
Gremel,  A. 
Grunau,  H. 
Henrichs,  K. 
Lankenau,  F. 
Levihn,  H. 
Meinzen,  E. 
Metzdorf,  E. 
Misch,  O. 
Preuss,  W. 
Sagehorn,  H. 
Schilf,  K. 
Schumann,  F. 
Storm,  E. 
Sydow,  N. 
Wittig,  0. 
Armstrong,  W. 
Bauer,  W. 
Bezold,  E. 
Boehne,  W. 
Boester,  P. 
Buchheimer,  L. 
Doederlein,  0. 
Eyler,  G. 


Ferber,  G. 
Foelber,  E. 
Friedrich,  W. 
Grunow,  H. 
Gruse,  J. 
Heine,  M. 
Joost,  E. 
Kasischke,  A. 
Keb,  A. 
Knorr,  E. 
Knutzen,  H. 
Koessel,  R. 
Krause,  H. 
Kruse,  W. 
Kummer,  K. 
List,  O. 
Maassel,  G. 
Matthies,  K. 
Mlotkowsky,  J. 
MoU,  K. 
Mossner,  E. 
Nemitz,  W. 
Paseckel,  L. 
Polster,  A. 
Reinke,  M. 
Sattelmeier,  F. 
Schanke,  F. 
Schroeder,  G. 
Schurdel,  0. 
Smukal,  A. 
Strodel,  C. 
Stueckler,  P. 
Trautmann,  R. 
Trinklein,  L. 
Wacker,  H. 
Waltz,  L. 
Weber,  E. 
Weinhold,  T. 
Westerman,  J. 
Willms,  E. 
Woidtke,  H. 
Zierott,  R. 
Zorn,  K. 
Bald,  O. 
Boldt,  W. 
Buesching,  E. 
Buetzow,  A. 
Buszin,  W. 
Buuck,  T. 
Claus,  E. 
Clausen,  W. 
Dietz,  E. 
Dorn,  E. 
Dueker,  H. 
Faszholz,  M. 
Fehlau,  E. 
Grasser,  E. 
Heidemann,  E. 
Huebner,  M. 
Keinath,  L. 
Klapproth,  A. 


Klein,  E. 

Kneeland,  O. 

Kolberg,  W. 

Kruse,  W. 

Loessel,  E. 

Marschke,  C. 

Mlotkowski,  P. 

Mosner,  R. 

Getting,  W. 

Otte,  G. 

Plaekmeier,  H. 

Pollex,  A. 

Prentiss,  N. 

Raatz,  A. 

Rittammel,  A. 

Ruff,  A. 

Ruff,  T. 

Schreiner,  W. 

Schroeder,  P. 

Sommerfeldt,  A. 

Spruth,  E. 

Steindorff,  A. 

Stoskopf,  A. 

Todt,  H. 

Trarbach,  A. 

Trusheim,  A. 

Volz,  0. 

Volz,  W. 

Zapf ,  A. 

Busch,  V. 

Behrens,  E. 

Beyer,  E. 
Braun,  A. 
Bleeke,  H. 
Brudi,  P. 
Brueggeman,  H. 
Dorre,  W. 
Dorn,  0. 
Doege,  A. 
Going,  A. 
Geberding,  A. 
Goehring,  W. 
Gustke,  W. 
Gesell,  G. 
Helmke,  0. 
Hahn,  R. 
Heine,  M. 
Jeske,  E. 
Jeschke,  E. 
Klausing,  J. 
Kirsch,  W. 
Koessel,  A. 
Labrenz,  E. 
Luecke,  W. 
Marten,  H. 
Neuchterlein,  A. 
Nees,  M. 
Pohl,  W. 
Paulsen,  R. 
Petersen,  G. 
Roeder,  J. 


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NORTHERN  INDIANA  VOLUNTEERS— Continued 


Roeder,  P. 
Schoedel,  W. 
Siegert,  H. 
Schroer,  W. 
Schroeer,  E. 
Sander,  K. 
Stimmel,  K. 
Schuessler,  L. 
Scholz,  R. 
Toerne,  A. 
Urbach,  A. 
Weber,  W. 
Weise,  D. 
Woldt,  E. 
Wulf,  A. 
Zink,  A. 
Ziegler,  K. 
Zabel,  W. 
Adam,  C. 
Ahlbrand,  C. 
Beilfuss,  F. 
Beyer,  A. 
Blendow,  W. 
Boester,  A. 


Broerman,  R. 
Bredrieh,  A. 
Buchheimer,  E. 
Buuck,  W. 
Doederlein,  R. 
Ernsting,  W. 
Gotsch,  J. 
Gustke,  W. 
Greinke,  L. 
Henkle,  A. 
Henkle,  P. 
Heidbrink,  F. 
Harris,  J. 
Heider,  R. 
Jorgeleit,  E. 
Kirsten,  P. 
Klomp,  A. 
Landenberger,  R. 
Leuhr,  E. 
Luhman,  L. 
Miller,  B. 
Mehl,  E. 
Moellering,  E. 


Mueller,  W. 
Pike,  C. 
Rose,  H. 
Roembke,  A. 
Rosen  thai,  J. 
Ruskofsky,  E. 
Schaefer,  W. 
Schakowske,  B. 
Scholz,  W. 
Schumm,  A. 
Schumacher,  L. 
Schury,  B. 
Succop,  T. 
Schmidt,  M. 
Schmidt,  N. 
Von  Toerne,  S. 
Trautman,  E. 
Thress,  F. 
Tielker,  W. 
Troeger,  R. 
Wentslaff,  W. 
Wiebke,  E. 
Zehnder,  C. 


THE  SPIRIT  OF  INDIANA 

INDIANA Ruth  Gumpper 

SOLDIER D.  Ferd  Urbahns 

SAILOR Frederick  Hughes 


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BALLET  OF  FORT  WAYNE  IN  SCENE  V 

UNDER  THE  DIRECTION  OF  Miss  MURIEL  LARIMORE 
ACCOMPANIST  FOR  REHEARSALS — Miss  HELENE  CLIFFORD 

INDIAN  GROUP 

Katherine  Baker,  Virginia  Homsher,  Elizabeth  Hadley,  Katherine 
Willson,  Josephine  Druklege,  Janet  Glass,  Doris  Wilker,  Katherine  Baker, 
Thelma  Feusht,  Clarissa  Bundage,  Annibel  Meyers,  Valette  Wellman, 
Lucile  Rodman,  Virginia  Ainsworth,  Mary  Meek,  Hildred  Gruber, 
Florence  Federspiel,  Nellie  Eggiman,  Gladys  Stringer,  Ruth  Friestel. 

FRENCH  GROUP 

Leola  Streeter,  Louise  Kraus,  Grace  Kinney,  Martha  Irmscher,  Hilda- 
garde  Schick,  Margaret  Hosford,  Helen  Strodel,  Grace  Longsworth, 
Ethel  Mollet,  Edith  Longsworth,  Katherine  Bratton,  Ruth  Glass,  Mary 
Louise  Rhamy,  Collette  Cullen,  Helen  Root,  Margaret  Nelson,  Marie 
Johnson,  Katherine  Jennings,  Louise  Wollner,  Ruth  Orton. 

ENGLISH  GROUP 

Marguerette  Strassburg,  Ruth  Tepper,  Charlotte  Alter,  Margueret 
Hyman,  Lucille  Price,  Elizabeth  Sears,  Margaret  Sears,  Julia  Calhoun, 
Dorothy  Garmire,  Bernidia  McKierman,  Katherine  Miller,  Esther  Stock, 
Lucille  Fry,  Pascaline  Smith,  Nellie  Keim,  Loretta  Mahurin,  Helen 
Hutlinger,  Margaret  Garmire,  Leona  Wallace,  Norine  Oddou. 

IRISH  GROUP 

Katherine  DeWald,  Senora  Riehe,  Helen  Willson,  Phillys  Bales, 
Laura  Smith,  Doris  Walsh,  Mary  Burette,  Edna  Maxwell,  Dorothy 
Gary,  Katherine  Ducklage,  Ruth  Walsh,  Alice  Flick,  Grace  Hamlet, 
Inez  Hartzler,  Margaret  Ann  Keegan,  Ellen  Hudson,  Katherine  Barnes, 
Katherine  Reuch,  Mary  Zoebaugh,  Ruth  Linch. 

GERMAN  GROUP 

Velma  Hoffman,  Velma  Grunert,  Bertha  Goeglein,  Margaret  Scott, 
Kate  Shpaff,  Stella  Sherbondy,  Lucile  Franke,  Alice  Wilkens,  Cornelia 
Bleke,  Victoriz  Gross,  Norma  Gerding,  Flora  Geberding,  Thelma  Damon, 
Naomi  Dixon,  Louise  Baade,  Hilda  Grote,  Margaret  Simmniger,  Lenora 
Miller,  Valetta  Holman,  Louise  Rippe. 

UNCLE  SAM  GROUP 

Ila  Menefee,  Lucile  Hamilton,  Mary  Eckert,  Ruth  Anna  Fry,  Lillian 
Polhamus,  Ilo  Rieke,  Evelyn  Bales,  Charlotte  Mahurin,  Camille  Rohi- 
nette,  Violet  Rinewalt,  Audrey  Stickley,  Grace  Tiger,  Marion  Longsworth, 
Wilda  Kline,  Helen  Jaeger,  Beatrice  Jaeger,  Martha  Groover,  Priscilla 
Wilkinson,  Dorothy  Rippe,  Lucile  Federspiel. 

AMERICAN  GROUP 

Ruth  Anderson,  Mabel  Vernon,  Grace  Romary,  Margaret  Strieder, 
Lillian  Smith,  Gladys  Hadley,  Helen  Hackius,  Katherine  Kampe,  Mabel 
Hart,  Malinda  Irmscher,  Hilda  Irmscher,  Margaret  Byroade,  Lottie 
Flagle,  Vivian  Flemming,  Mary  Williams,  Margaret  Fry,  Nathalie  Roque- 
more,  Esther  Centlivre,  Ruth  Peabody. 

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CHARACTERS 

THUNDERHEAD,  a  Prophet  of  the  Miamis 

SCENE  I 

A-SAY'-PON  (The  Raccoon),  Sachem  of  the  Miamis 

AT-CHEE'-PONG  (The  Snapping  Turtle),  War-Chief  of  the  Miamis 

MICHEL,  a  French  Trader 

PHILIPPE,  a  French  Trader. 

AH-PAS'-SYAH  (The  Fawn),  Michel's  Squaw 

OH-SAH-MO'-NEE  (The  Bloodroot),  Philippe's  Squaw 

CHANK-TUN  (Noise  Maker),  an  Indian  Runner 

WEE-PEE'-CHAH  (The  Flint),  an  Indian  Runner 

A  MISSIONARY  PRIEST  of  the  Society  of  Jesus 

EDOUARD,  a  French  Trapper 

CHRISTOPHE,  a  French  Trapper 


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SCENE  I— PROLOGUE 
THUNDERHEAD 

Sacred  this  place.    For  untold  ages,  long 

Lost  in  the  nameless  years,  my  people  came 

With  ancient  rites  where  these  three  rivers  run 

Under  the  shining  sky.    Now  here  ye  come, 

As  we  of  old,  in  thousands,  to  recount 

The  pains  and  perils  of  the  past.    Peace  smiles 

Upon  this  holy  ground  to-night,  and  all 

Your  ways  are  bright  with  hope.    Yet  I  know  well 

The  dreadful  day  when  painted  Iroquois, 

Armed  as  with  lightning,  drove  my  tribesmen  far, 

Slaying  and  scalping  as  they  came  in  wrath 

To  stain  our  frontier  red.    They  thought  us  women — 

We,  the  Miamis!    But  our  war-chief  saw 

The  invaders  pass,  and  summoning  every  brave 

To  their  return,  we  sprang  upon  them  there 

As  leaps  the  panther  hidden  near  the  path, 

Leaving  not  one  alive.    Then  came  the  French: 

The  traders,  bringing  wares  the  like  of  which 

We  had  not  dreamed,  to  tell  of  worlds  beyond 

Our  woods  and  streams;  the  Black  Robe  with  the  Cross- 

We  heard  of  realms  beyond  our  skies,  and  breathed 

The  name  of  your  high  God.    Now  ye  behold, 

While  for  an  hour  old  Time  rolls  back  his  scroll, 

The  morning  of  the  place  whereon  ye  build! 


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SCENE  I.  It  is  a  bright  spring  day  in  the  year  1680.  Budding 
leaves  and  laughing  flowers  make  a  clearing  in  the  forest 
beautiful.  The  spot  is  on  the  St.  Mary's  River,  which 
flows  in  the  foreground,  on  the  present  site  of  the  City  of 
Fort  Wayne.  A  landing-place  for  canoes  is  on  the  river 
bank.  The  huts  of  two  French  traders  are  on  the  edge  of 
the  primeval  forest,  with  Indian  wigwams  on  both  sides, 
brightly  decorated  with  uncouth  signs  and  figures.  About 
the  traders'  huts  the  grass  is  spread  with  samples  of  the 
wares  they  bring  for  trade,  copper  pans  and  kettles,  steel 
knives  and  hatchets,  flintlock  muskets  with  bags  of  powder 
and  ball,  and  vividly  colored  blankets  all  about.  There 
are  small  bales  of  peltries  in  front  of  the  wigwams.  On 
the  boughs  of  a  sapling  crabtree  in  full  blossom  between 
the  traders'  huts  hang  many  strings  of  bright  beads.  Nearer 
the  river  an  Indian  youth  is  teaching  smaller  boys  to  dance 
by  jumping  first  on  one  foot  and  then  on  the  other.  Little 
girls  are  pointing  to  the  awkwardness  of  some  of  these  lads, 
and  laughing  at  them,  while  the  boys  scowl.  It  is  a  scene 
of  bustle  and  confusion,  with  Indian  braves  straying  in 
from  the  forest  to  salute  their  Sachem  and  War  Chief,  with 
squaws  preparing  food  during  such  time  as  they  can  spare 
from  curiosity  over  the  French  trade-goods,  which  the  war- 
riors are  also  examining  from  time  to  time. 

MICHEL.    Come  and  see!    Come  and  look!    Come,  look,  see! 

AH-PAS-SYAH  [Imitating,  to  the  laughter  of  the  rest,  but  with  self- 
satisfaction.]  Come  and  see!  Come  and  look!  Come,  look, 
see! 

A-SAY-PON  [Pointing  to  the  furs.]  Here  are  peltries :  fur  of  the 
beaver,  the  man  who  works;  fur  of  the  squirrel,  the  boy  who 
plays;  fur  of  the  skunk,  the  brave  who  walks  alone  in  the  woods; 
fur  of  our  brother  the  bear,  the  lover  of  honey,  our  brother  the 
bear. 

PHILIPPE  [Showing  his  wares.]  Here  are  blankets  fit  for  a  chief, 
warm  as  the  lodge  fire;  here  are  copper  pots  and  pans  to  fill  your 
bellies  from  with  hot  broth;  here  are  beads  brighter  than  the 
stars  in  the  skies.  Who  wants?  Who  wants?  Who  wants? 

OH-SAH-MO-NEE  [Fingering  a  string  of  beads.]  Oh,  Philippe,  may 
I  have  this  one?  This  is  a  pretty  one. 

PHILIPPE  [Glancing  around  and  smiling.]  Yes,  my  friend,  you 
may  have  that  one. 

[Oh-sah-mo-nee  takes  the  string  of  beads  carefully  from  the 
bough  of  the  sapling,  showing  delight,  and  runs  with  it  to 
the  other  squaws,  who  examine  it  and  shake  their  heads 
over  it.] 

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AH-PAS-SYAH  [To  Michel.}  May  I  have  this  one?  This  is  a 
pretty  one. 

MICHEL.  Run  into  the  woods  and  gather  fagots  against  our  din- 
ner. I  am  hungry. 

AH-PAS-SYAH.     Then  may  I  have  this  one? 
MICHEL.    Run  quick.    I  shall  starve. 

[Exit  Ah-pas-syah  into  the  forest,  hurriedly.] 
AT-CHEE-PONG  [After  scrutinizing  a  murderous  looking  knife.] 
What  is  this  made  of?  Stone  knives  I  know  and  knives  of  cop- 
per. But  what  is  this?  Grey  like  silver,  tougher  than  copper, 
harder  than  flint. 

PHILIPPE.     That  is  steel,  the  child  of  rock  and  of  fire,  harder 
than  flint,  sharper  than  flame,  of  more  worth  than  silver. 
AT-CHEE-PONG.     Surely.     But  it  must  be  worth  many  furs. 
[To  A-say-pon.]    It  would  be  a  joy  to  slay  or  scalp  with  such  as 
this. 

A-SAY-PON.  So  it  would  seem;  though  it  would  take  many  furs. 
[To  the  traders.]  You  will  take  our  peltries  and  give  us  of  these? 
[To  the  squaws  nearby.]  Bring  the  peltries  here. 

[The  squaws  hasten  to  obey. 

[Enter  from  down  the  river  to  the  left  Chank-tun,  running 
and  breathless  and  big  with  news.  At  the  sight  of  him  At- 
chee-pong  looks  to  his  weapons,  and  at  his  sign  the  Braves 
look  to  theirs  and  gather  behind  him.  The  Boys  stop  danc- 
ing and  disappear.  The  Squaws  hide  behind  the  wigwams.] 

AT-CHEE-PONG  [To  Chank-tun.]  What  word?  Who  comes? 
Is  it  peace  or  war? 

[As  Chank-tun  gives  the  sign  of  peace  and  points  up  the 
river,  the  Braves  gather  about  and  the  scene  resumes  its 
former  air  of  bustle  and  confusion.] 

CHANK-TON.  In  a  canoe  with  a  Twightwee  comes  one  in  a  long 
black  robe,  and  in  his  hand  this. 

[He  holds  one  arm  across  the  other  to  indicate  the  shape  of 
the  Cross.  Braves  run  down  to  the  landing  and  gaze  up  the 
river;  Squaws  drop  the  furs  they  are  carrying  and  crowd 
after  them;  the  Boys  and  Girls  get  in  the  way  and  are 
gently  used. 

THE  TRADERS.    It  is  a  priest!    A  missionary  priest! 

MICHEL.    He  will  ask  us  if  we  are  married. 

PHILIPPE.    He  will  marry  us. 

MICHEL.    We  shall  have  to  go  to  confession. 

PHILIPPE.    Even  in  these  woods  we  shall  have  to  do  penance — 

much  penance. 

MICHEL.    A  great  deal  of  penance.    Who  would  have  thought  it? 

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PHILIPPE.  Oh-sah-mo-nee,  put  the  beads  about  your  neck — 
so!  Here,  take  this  blanket  for  your  shoulders  and  try  to  be- 
have yourself.  There!  Now  you  look  more  like  a  Christian. 
MICHEL.  [Calling  to  Ah-pas-syah,  who  comes  laden  with  fagots, 
which  she  drops  in  astonishment  at  the  new  confusion.]  Oh,  Ah- 
pas-syah,  come  quickly.  Take  this,  and  this. 

[He  gives  her  beads  and  a  blanket;  she  is  still  more  con- 
fused.] 

PHILIPPE.    [Going  to  the  landing,  the  Braves  making  way  for  him.] 

A  priest  comes.    Do  him  honor.    He  is  from  Montreal. 

AT-CHEE-PONG.     It  is  to  Montreal  we  go  to  swap  our  peltries 

for  this  steel?    [Points  to  the  knives.] 

MICHEL.     [Coming  down.]     It  is  to  Montreal.     There  you  will 

see  things  even  more  to  be  desired  than  these. 

A-SAY-PON.    It  is  a  long  journey. 

PHILIPPE.    More  than  one  moon  to  go,  more  than  one  moon  to 

come  again.    It  is  a  long  journey. 

AT-CHEE-PONG.    But  why  must  we  go  a  long  journey?    Here  are 

your  knives  and  here  are  our  peltries.    Why  not  swap  here  and 

have  done  with  it? 

A-SAY-PON.    When  we  go,  it  is  we  who  carry  our  furs  the  long 

journey  and  bear  back  the  white  man's  wares  the  long  journey. 

But  if  the  traders  swap  them  here,  theirs  is  the  burden  both 

going  and  coming  the  long  journey. 

AT-CHEE-PONG.    Let  them  bear  the  burden;  why  should  we? 

[The  noise  has  been  increasing  at  the  landing.  Michel  and 
Philippe  instruct  their  Squaws  in  the  art  of  kneeling  to  the 
expected  Priest.  The  Squaws  go  over  to  the  Children  to 
teach  them. 

[The  Priest  comes  to  the  landing  in  a  canoe  rowed  by  In- 
dians. Other  canoes  follow.  The  Traders  go  to  the  land- 
ing to  assist  the  Priest  ashore.  He  has  a  Cross  made  of 
trimmed  boughs.  An  Indian  follows  him  with  the  box 
containing  the  sacred  vessels.  One  of  the  band  on  shore 
seems  to  recognize  this  Indian  as  an  enemy,  waiting  only 
to  be  sure  before  attacking  him.] 

PRIEST.    Peace  be  with  you! 

[The  Traders  kneel  with  their  Squaws.  The  Priest  blesses 
them.  The  Children  who  have  been  restrained  with  diffi- 
culty, kneel  in  part,  while  the  rest  scamper  away,  simulating 
fright.  The  Indians  on  shore  hold  themselves  proudly 
erect,  the  other  Indians  landing  and  kneeling  behind  the 
Priest.] 

TRADERS.    And  with  thy  spirit! 

PRIEST.     [Taking  the  box  of  sacred  vessels  from  the  Indian  and 

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giving  it  to  Philippe,  who  receives  it  reverently.]     Place  this  in 
safety  for  the  time. 

[Philippe,  rising,  takes  the  box  into  his  hut,  returning  im- 
mediately to  kneel.  The  Indian  ashore  creeps  around  to- 
ward his  foe. 

PRIEST.    [Pointing  to  Ah-pas-syah.]    Who  is  this,  my  son? 

MICHEL.    [Shamefacedly.]    We  would  marry,  Father. 

PRIEST.    [Pointing  to  Oh-sah-mo-nee.]    And  who  is  this? 

PHILIPPE.    We  too  would  marry,  Father. 

PRIEST.    Are  the  women  baptized? 

TRADERS.    No,  Father. 

PRIEST.    Do  you  prepare  yourselves  for  confession,  then. 

PHILIPPE.     We  have  taught  them   something  of  the   Faith, 

Father. 

PRIEST.     That  is  well,  my  children.     [Strikes  his  Cross  into  the 

ground;  then,  to  the  Indians  accompanying  him.]     Build  me  an 

altar  here. 

[The  Indians  begin  collecting  flat  pieces  of  stone  for  the 
purpose;  the  hostile  Indian  waiting  his  chance  to  pounce 
on  his  enemy. 

[Wee-pee-chah  comes  running  in  from  the  forest.  Again 
At-chee-pong  looks  to  his  weapons,  the  Children  dis- 
appear, the  Braves  gather  to  face  the  coming  runner,  and 
the  Squaws  get  out  of  sight.] 

AT-CHEE-CHAH.    [To  Wee-pee-chah.]    Is  it  peace  or  war? 
WEE-PEE-CHAH.    Two  white  men  come  across  by  the  portage. 
A-SAY-PON.    Do  they  come  in  peace? 
WEE-PEE-CHAH.    They  come  in  peace. 

A-SAY-PON.     [Counting  out  several  Braves.]     Go  to  meet  them, 
and  bring  them  here  in  safety. 

[The  Braves  designated  go  into  the  forest  with  Wee-pee- 
chah.] 

MICHEL.    Who  can  they  be? 

PHILIPPE.    Who  will  they  be? 

PRIEST.    They  must  come  from  the  Illinois  country.    [To  A-say- 

pon.]    Do  many  strangers  come  to  visit  you? 

A-SAY-PON.     From  all  the  country  toward  the  setting  sun,  the 

tribes  come  up  the  Wabash,  the  Great  White  River,  cross  the 

portage  and  here  row  down  the  river  of  the  Miamis,  to  the 

Great  Lake  of  the  Erie,  and  so  to  the  rising  sun. 

MICHEL.    The  peltries  from  all  the  region  roundabout  thus  find 

their  way  to  Montreal. 

PHILIPPE.    It  is  the  Gateway  of  the  West. 

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[There  is  shouting  from  the  forest.  Edouard  and  Chris- 
tophe emerge,  chatting  and  laughing  with  the  Braves  who 
escort  them. 

[As  they  come  the  hostile  Brave  dashes  down  upon  his 
enemy  with  a  yell  of  triumph.  The  Indian  attacked  shrinks 
behind  the  Priest,  who  seizes  his  Cross,  and  thrusts  it  in 
the  warrior's  way.] 

PRIEST.     [With  sacerdotal  dignity.]     My  son  has  come  to  the 
Cross,  and  the  Cross  shall  save  him. 
A-SAY-PON.    Dare  you  attack  our  guest? 

[Cuffs  the  Indian  roundly  as  he  slinks  away. 
[Edouard  and  Christophe  see  the  Priest  and  hasten  to  him. 
Michel  and  Philippe  recognize  them,  and  they  run  to  one 
another's  embrace.    All  come  to  the  Priest  and  kneel  while  he 
blesses  them.] 

EDOUARD.    [Rising.]    What  news  of  Montreal,  good  Father? 

PRIEST.     Many  months  have  gone  since  I  took  the  forest  and 

the  river  paths.    And  you  are — ? 

CHRISTOPHE.     We  are  simple  wood-runners,   Christophe  and 

Edouard,  your  Reverence. 

PRIEST.    Ah,  I  have  heard  tell  of  you,  my  children.    How  come 

you  here? 

EDOUARD.    We  come  from  Lake  Peoria  in  the  Illinois  country, 

and  go  to  Montreal  to  get  us  new  supplies. 

PRIEST.    Will  you  take  letters  for  me  there? 

BOTH.     Most  willingly,  good  Father. 

PRIEST.    You  must  stay  for  our  double  wedding  here,  and  I  will 

write  them.    But  I  do  not  yet  know  the  name  of  this  place,  O 

Sachem. 

A-SAY-PON.     This  is  Kekionga,  the  Glorious  Gateway  of  the 

West. 

[The  light  fades  from  the  scene.] 


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Scene  II. 


SCENE  II 
CHARACTERS 

ENSIGN  ROBERT  HOLMES. 
SERGEANT  STILLWELL 
GEORGE  MACKENZIE,  a  trader 
GODFROI,  a  Canadian 
DONALDSON,  an  English  settler 
MRS.  DONALDSON,  his  wife. 
LAFARGE,  a  French  half-breed  from  Kaskaskia 
KANE,  an  English  trapper 
AN  ENGLISH  SENTRY 
OH-SEE-GAN-IT,  a  young  Miami  chief 
MAY-AH-PON-CHAH,  an  Indian  girl 
TEN  ENGLISH  SOLDIERS  of  the  Fortieth  Foot 
MIAMI  INDIANS,  Squaws  and  children  and  six  Iroquois  pack- 
bearers  in  MacKenzie's  party. 


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SCENE  II— PROLOGUE 
THUNDERHEAD 

Thus  came  the  French.    Soon  over  this  dear  place 

Sound  echoes  of  vast  European  wars, 

Now  dim  and  half  forgotten.    Pampered  kings, 

Greedy  for  empire,  dye  their  grasping  hands 

Deep  in  their  peoples'  blood.    The  stones  they  cast 

In  history's  pool  of  hours  send  wave  on  wave 

Almost  to  overwhelm  the  elder  world, 

Their  little  ripples  breaking  at  the  foot 

Of  mighty  trees  in  this  far  western  clime. 

William  and  Lewis,  Anne  and  George,  the  French 

And  Indians  all  embattled  stand,  while  we, 

The  Miamis,  hot  on  Braddock  fall  and  slay. 

In  far  Quebec  Montcalm  and  Wolfe  go  side 

By  side  to  death  and  glory.    At  the  close 

The  golden  lilies  of  the  Bourbon  droop, 

And  where  they  proudly  floated  proudlier  still 

The  banner  of  Great  Britain  is  unfurled! 

But  peace  abides  not,  for  King  Pontiac 

Rouses  our  bravest,  and  these  forests  flame 

With  hate.    We  fight  to  keep  our  own,  and  fight 

In  vain.    For  ever  English  law  and  speech, 

Language  and  law  of  freemen,  as  ye  tell, 

Are  laid  upon  our  land,  for  centuries  ours! 


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SCENE  II 

SCENE  II.  At  the  end  of  the  chorus  speech,  the  lights  again 
brighten  on  the  greater  stage,  disclosing  Fort  Miami  on  the 
bank  of  the  St.  Joseph's  River  as  it  appeared  on  an  after- 
noon in  the  year  1 763,  shortly  after  the  close  of  the  French 
and  Indian  War. 

At  the  extreme  left  of  the  stage  is  a  log  house  which  serves  as 
a  general  trading  store,  and  beside  it  a  smaller  cabin  used  as 
quarters  by  Ensign  Holmes,  the  commander  of  the  post. 
A  stockade  with  a  large  gate  in  it  runs  diagonally  from  be- 
hind the  log  houses  to  within  about  ten  feet  of  the  water's 
edge  at  mid-stage,  leaving  the  acting  area  in  full  sight  of 
the  audience  equally  divided  between  what  is  supposed  to  be 
the  ground  inside  and  the  ground  outside  the  fort. 
The  gate  is  open  and  beside  it  sits  a  Sentry  with  his  musket 
laid  across  his  knees.  In  front  of  the  larger  loghouse,  Kane, 
Godfroi,  and  Sergeant  Stillwell  are  pitching  quoits.  Don- 
aldson sits  on  a  table  beside  the  door  smoking,  and  Mrs. 
Donaldson  stands  in  the  doorway  watching  the  game.  Three 
or  four  soldiers  are  lounging  and  smoking  nearby  and 
several  Indians  are  either  strolling  about  the  enclosure  or 
lying  in  the  shadow  of  the  stockade.  Oh-see-gan-it  wrapped 
in  his  blanket  is  watching  Godfroi  from  his  place  beside  the 
gate.  May-ah-pon-chah  is  sitting  on  the  ground,  play- 
ing with  two  Indian  children. 

STILLWELL.     [After  pitching  a  quoit.]      There,  by  gad,  that'l 

fetch  me  the  money. 

GODFROI.    No. 

KANE.    The  Frenchy  wins  again. 

DONALDSON.    Lucky  at  games,  unlucky  in  war,  eh? 

[The  soldiers  and  Mrs.  Donaldson  laugh.} 
GODFROI.    Wait  and  see. 

DONALDSON.    [Wagging  his  head.]    If  you  Frenchmen  were  only 
as  good  at  fighting  as  you  are  at  fiddling  and  pitching  quoits, 
we  mightn't  have  took  Quebec  and  Montreal  so  easy  like. 
GODFROI.    The  toss  is  not  yet  finished.    You  English  may  have 
better  luck  in  games. 

DONALDSON.    Ho,  ho!    Listen  to  that  now!    [The  soldiers  laugh.] 
MRS.  DONALDSON.    You  better  come  in  the  house  and  get  your 
supper.    Mr.  Godfroi  don't  like  your  teasing. 
KANE.    He'll  get  used  to  it,  eh,  Godfroi? 
GODFROI.    Perhaps. 

MRS.  DONALDSON.     Let  him  alone.     You  know  what  Ensign 
Holmes  told  you  yesterday. 
DONALDSON.    [Roughly.]    That's  enough  from  you.     Go  in  the 

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house  and  fetch  us  something  to  drink.    I  got  to  see  this  game 
finished. 

[Mrs.  Donaldson  goes  into  the  house.    Stillwell  and  Godfroi 

continue  their  game.    Kane  stands  beside  Donaldson.] 
KANE.     I  hear  there's  talk  of  a  new  prophet  among  the  Dela- 
wares,  a  fellow  that  says  he's  climbed  up  to  Heaven  naked  and 
hobnobbed  with  the  Great  Spirit.    They  say  it's  making  a  big 
stir  through  all  the  northern  tribes  and  that  Pontiac  King  of 
the  Ottawas  is  up  to  some  kind  of  mischief  against  the  English 
in  spite  of  the  way  he  turned  against  the  French  at  Detroit. 
DONALDSON.    Ask  Godfroi.    He's  the  one  to  tell  you  about  red 
war  belts  and  the  bloody  stick  and  such  like. 
GODFROI.     [Sullenly.]     How  should  I  know?     I'm  a  peaceful 
man,  a  friend  of  the  English. 

[Mrs.  Donaldson  enters  with  a  stone  pitcher  and  mugs. 

Donaldson  fills  a  mug  and  holds  it  out  to  Godfroi.] 
DONALDSON.     If  you're  such  a  friend  of  the  English,  drink  this 
to  the  health  of  his  Gracious  Majesty  George  the  Third. 

[The  soldiers  laugh  again  as  Donaldson  advances  on  Godfroi.] 

GODFROI.      No. 

DONALDSON.    I  say  drink  it,  if  you  know  what's  good  for  you. 

[With  a  snarl  Godfroi  dashes  the  mug  from  Donaldson's 
hand  and  flings  himself  upon  him  with  a  drawn  knife. 
Mrs.  Donaldson  screams.  There  is  a  stir  and  murmur 
from  the  Indians.  Stillwell,  Kane,  and  the  soldiers  sep- 
arate the  combatants  just  as  Holmes  enters  from  the  left.] 

HOLMES.    What's  the  trouble  here?    [No  one  answers.] 
HOLMES.    Sergeant  Stillwell,  you  had  better  come  with  me  and 
make  your  report  at  once.     [To  the  others.]     If  there's  any 
further  disturbance,  I  shall  put  you  all  under  arrest. 

[He  turns  on  his  heel  to  go  into  the  smaller  cabin,  which 

Stillwell  enters.] 

MAY-AH-PON-CHAH.     [Rising  and  coming  to  him.]       O,   Little 
Father,  my  people  love  the  French  and  hate  the  English. 
HOLMES.      [Patting  her  head  affectionately.]     But  you  do  not, 
my  little  Miami. 

MAY-AH-PON-CHAH.      [Sorrowfully.]    They  would  make  me,  if  I 
could. 

HOLMES.     [Chucking  her  under  the  chin.]     But  you  cannot,  oh? 
Well,  that's  one  good  thing  in  a  world  of  hate.     [He  goes  into 
the  cabin.    May-ah-pon-chah  turns  to  go  from  the  Fort.] 
GODFROI.    [Coming  up.]    Where  do  you  go? 
MAY-AH-PON-CHAH.     To   bring  the    little    father  moccasins  I 
have  made  for  him. 
GODFROI.     Fetch   them,    and   tell   him   your   mother   is   sick. 

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[May-ah-pon-chah  goes  out  the  gateway,  defiantly. 
[Godfroi  turns  his  back  on  the  others,  goes  sullenly  to  a 
bale  of  skins  near  where  Oh-see-gan-it  is  standing,  sits 
down  and  begins  whittling  a  stick  with  his  hunting  knife.  Kane 
picks  up  the  quoits  and  Donaldson  sits  down  again  upon 
the  table  and  lights  his  pipe.  MacKenzie,  dressed  as  a 
trapper  and  followed  by  Lafarge  and  six  Indians  bearing 
packs  of  skins  slung  on  poles,  enters  from  the  woods  at  the 
left  and  approaches  the  open  gate  of  the  fort.  The  Sentry 
scrambles  slowly  to  his  feet  and  challenges  the  newcomers.] 

THE  SENTRY.    Who  goes  there? 

MACKENZIE.      Friends   to   his   Gracious    Majesty    George  the 

Third. 

THE  SENTRY.    [Stepping  aside.]    Pass,  friends. 

[MacKenzie  and  Lafarge  enter  the  enclosure  but  the  In- 
dian bearers  unsling  their  packs  and  squat  down  beside  the 
gate.  MacKenzie  addresses  the  group  of  men  in  front  of 
the  log  house.] 

MACKENZIE.  Is  a  man  named  Johnson,  the  post  trader,  at  this 

fort? 

DONALDSON.    He  was  until  about  two  weeks  ago. 

MACKENZIE.    Has  he  been  transferred? 

KANE.    No,  sir,  he  was  killed  by  the  Indians. 

[Holmes  enters  from  the  smaller  cabin,  followed  by  Still- 
well.] 

MACKENZIE.    Then  I  want  to  speak  to  your  commanding  officer. 

HOLMES.      [Stepping  forward.]     I   am   Ensign   Holmes   of  His 

Majesty's  Fortieth  Foot,  in  command  of  Fort  Miami.     What 

can  I  do  for  you? 

MACKENZIE.    [Extending  his  hand.]    Glad  to  know  you,  Ensign. 

My  name  is  George  MacKenzie.    I'm  on  my  way  back  from  the 

Illinois  country.     I've  been  to  Kaskaskia  and  as  far  north  as 

Green  Bay. 

HOLMES.    Happy  to  make  your  acquaintance,  Mr.  MacKenzie. 

And  what  sort  of  feeling  did  you  find  among  the  Indians  in  that 

part  of  the  country? 

MACKENZIE.    Bad,  Mr.  Holmes,  very  badl    The  northern  tribes 

are  becoming  more  and  more  irritated  against  the  English  every 

day.    They  don't  take  kindly  to  the  change  of  masters  and  the 

French  settlers  are  doing  everything  they  can  to  stir  up  trouble 

for  us  in  spite  of  the  treaty. 

HOLMES.    I  don't  like  the  look  of  it.    The  red  war  belt  and  the 

bloody  stick  were  seen  two  weeks  ago  in  one  of  the  villages  of  the 

Miamis. 

MACKENZIE.    Then  you  can  bet  your  last  shilling,  sir,  they  mean 

to  attack  this  fort. 

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HOLMES.  I  doubt  it.  The  Miamis  are  not  a  strong  tribe.  But 
I've  taken  the  precaution  of  stopping  the  sale  of  whiskey  and 
gun-powder  among  them  and  sent  a  full  report  to  Major  Glad- 
wyn  at  Detroit.  He  will  probably  take  the  matter  up  direct  with 
General  Amherst,  or  very  likely  send  a  detachment  to  reinforce 
the  smaller  forts  in  this  valley. 

MACKENZIE.  I'm  afraid  you  underestimate  the  danger,  Mr. 
Holmes.  The  Colonial  Army  that  took  Canada  from  the 
French  has  been  disbanded  and  most  of  the  regulars  sent  back  to 
England.  Unless  I'm  much  mistaken,  Major  Gladwyn  will 
need  all  his  men  to  hold  Detroit  itself. 

HOLMES.  In  the  meantime,  let  me  offer  you  the  hospitality  of 
my  quarters.  At  least  they  won't  be  able  to  attack  us  before  I 
can  give  you  a  bite  of  supper. 

MACKENZIE.  I  reckon  not,  but  don't  let  them  catch  you  nap- 
ping. When  the  storm  breaks  there's  going  to  be  mighty  little 
warning. 

[As  MacKenzie  follows  Holmes  into  the  smaller  cabin  and 
Kane  and  Donaldson  go  into  the  larger  one,  Lafarge,  who 
has  been  leaning  on  his  rifle  during  the  previous  conversa- 
tion, tucks  the  gun  under  his  arm  and  approaches  Godfroi.] 

LAFARGE.    Is  your  name  Godfroi? 

GODFROI.  [Without  looking  up.]  That's  my  name,  yes.  What 
do  you  want? 

LAFARGE.  [After  a  glance  around  to  make  sure  that  the  English- 
men have  gone.]  My  name  is  Henri  Lafarge  from  Green  Bay.  I 
joined  the  Saginash  trader,  MacKenzie,  at  Kaskaskia  but  I 
am  not  trading  this  year  in  the  skins  of  animals. 
GODFROI.  [Eagerly  as  if  asking  a  password.]  In  what  are  you 
trading? 

LAFARGE.  I  am  ordered  to  tell  you  this.  By  next  summer  the 
hunting  will  be  good  again,  and  every  chief  from  Niagara  to 
Michilimackinac  will  have  English  hair  to  fringe  his  hunting 
frock. 

GODFROI.    [Rising.]    Good!    Give  me  the  last  sign. 
LAFARGE.    [Producing  a  small  strip  of  wampum.]    The  little  war 
belt  from  the  great  King  of  the  North. 
GODFROI.    [Taking  it  in  his  hand.]    Good. 

[Oh-see-gan-it  has  approached  and  is  looking  over  Godfroi' s 

shoulder.    The  light  begins  to  fade.] 

LAFARGE.  It  is  the  second  day  of  the  new  moon.  Tonight  the 
tribes  will  strike  at  every  fort  in  the  Valley  of  the  Scioto. 
OH-SEE-GAN-IT.  We  are  ready.  We  have  danced  our  dance 
around  the  painted  stick.  Our  War  Chiefs  have  painted  them- 
selves black  and  gone  into  the  woods  without  food  and  the  Great 
Spirit  has  sent  them  signs.  We  are  ready.  But  what  gifts  do 

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the  King  of  the  North  and  the  Great  Father  of  the  French  send 
to  their  brothers,  the  Miamis? 

LAFARGE.  [Producing  a  packet  from  his  breast.]  I  bring  with  me 
strange  belts  and  strings  of  beads  beyond  the  price  of  a  hun- 
dred pelts  of  the  beaver.  And  when  your  work  is  done,  your 
French  father  will  send  his  war  canoes  again  across  the  great 
waters  to  Montreal  carrying  gifts  enough  to  cover  the  graves  of 
your  dead  ten  times  over.  Is  it  enough? 

OH-SEE-GAN-IT.      It  is  enough. 

GODFROI.    All  is  prepared  and  the  Indians  have  put  me  in  com- 
mand.   We  can  strike  on  five  minutes'  notice. 
LAFARGE.    You  must  wait  till  I  am  gone  on  with  MacKenzie  to 
the  next  post.     His  Iroquois  bearers  are  friendly  to  the  Eng- 
lish. 

GODFROI.  Good.  [He  turns  to  Oh-see-gan-it.]  Go,  brother,  and 
take  the  word  of  Pontiac  to  your  warriors. 

[Oh-see-gan-it  turns  and  goes  slowly  out  through  the  gate 
across  the  open  space  and  into  the  woods.  As  he  does  so 
MacKenzie  and  Holmes  come  out  of  the  smaller  house. 
Godfroi  and  Lafarge  turn  their  backs  on  one  another  and 
Godfroi  resumes  his  whittling.] 

HOLMES.  [To  MacKenzie.]  Then  you  have  decided  not  to  spend 
the  night  at  the  fort? 

MACKENZIE.    I  must  be  getting  on  as  fast  as  I  can.    Some  of  my 
men  have  made  a  camp  about  fifteen  miles  down  the  river.    If  I 
join  them  tonight,  I  can  make  a  quicker  start  in  the  morning. 
[He  turns  to  Lafarge.]    Are  you  going  with  me,  Lafarge? 
LAFARGE.    I  am  going  with  you. 

[The   Iroquois   bearers  rise   and  shoulder   their   burdens. 

Holmes  and  MacKenzie  shake  hands.] 

HOLMES.    Good  luck  to  you,  Mr.  MacKenzie. 
MACKENZIE.    The  same  to  you,  Ensign. 

[He  turns  and  goes  out  at  the  gate,  followed  by  his  com- 
panions. As  they  disappear  into  the  woods  Holmes  turns 
to  StillwelL] 

HOLMES.    Sergeant  Stillwell,  you  may  order  the  gates  closed  for 
the  night  and  change  sentries. 
STILLWELL.    Yes,  sir. 

[He  salutes  and  goes  oif  toward  the  left.  Holmes  begins 
pacing  up  and  down  with  his  hands  clasped  behind  him. 
Kane  and  Donaldson  come  out  of  the  larger  house,  glance  up 
at  the  sky,  then  join  Holmes  and  the  three  stand  together 
near  the  door  of  Holmes's  quarters  as  if  chatting.  While 
this  goes  on,  Godfroi  catches  the  eye  of  May-ah-pon-chah. 
She  goes  over  to  him  as  she  comes  into  the  Fort.  The  light 

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has  changed  jio  a  sunset  glow  and  the  woods  are  now  in  deep 

shadow.] 

GOFROI.  Now  is  the  time,  before  they  can  close  the  gates. 
You  know  what  to  do. 

MAY-AH-PON-CHAH.     I  will  not  do  it. 

GODFROI.    Do  you  see  this  knife? 

MAY-AH-PON-CHAH.      Yes,  I  S66  it. 

GODFEOI.  I  will  be  close  behind  you.  If  you  do  not  tell  the  lit- 
tle Saginash  father  what  I  have  told  you  to  say,  I  will  strike  you 
dead. 

[May-ah-pon-chah  draws  away  from  Godfroi  and  goes  re- 
luctantly toward  Holmes.  Godfroi  rises  and  follows  her  at  a 
little  distance  with  his  knife  held  behind  his  back.  The 
figures  of  Indian  Warriors  appear  creeping  along  the  edge 
of  the  wood.] 

MAY-AH-PON-CHAH.    [To  Holmes.]    Little  Father. 
HOLMES.    [Turning.]    Well? 

MAY-AH-PON-CHAH.  My  mother  is  lying  sick  in  a  tepee  at  this 
side  of  the  village.  The  Chiefs  and  the  Medicine  man  say  she  is 
bewitched  by  the  Evil  Spirit.  They  will  not  go  near  her.  Un- 
less the  little  father  can  put  his  hand  on  her  and  give  her  the 
medicine  she  will  die  before  morning.  Will  the  little  father  go 
before  his  soldiers  shut  the  gates  of  the  strong  house? 
HOLMES.  [After  a  moment's  hesitation.]  Yes,  the  little  father  will 
go. 

DONALDSON.    I  wouldn't  do  it,  Mr.  Holmes.    It  may  be  a  trap. 
HOLMES.    Nonsense!    There's  no  danger. 
MAY-AH-PON-CHAH.    Is  the  little  father  coming? 
HOLMES.    Lead  the  way  and  I'll  follow  you. 

[May-ah-pon-chah  goes  slowly  out  through  the  gate  fol- 
lowed by  Holmes.  Several  of  the  Indians  inside  the  stock- 
ade rise  and  draw  closer  to  Godfroi.  As  Holmes  reaches  the 
middle  of  the  open  space  outside  the  fort  there  is  the  report 
of  a  rifle  from  the  edge  of  the  woods  and  Holmes  falls  to  the 
ground,  just  as  Stillwell  enters  from  the  left  followed  by 
three  soldiers.] 

STILLWELL.    [Running  toward  the  gate.]    Who  fired  that  shot? 

THE  SENTRY.     [At  the  gate.]     My  God,  they've  shot  Ensign 

Holmes! 

[Godfroi  blows  a  shrill  blast  upon  a  whistle.  Stillwell  fol- 
lowed by  the  three  soldiers  rushes  across  the  parade  ground 
and  out  at  the  gate.  Before  they  can  reach  Holmes  they  are 
met  by  a  strong  volley  from  the  woods.  Stillwell  falls  and  the 
three  soldiers  run  to  the  gate  only  to  be  set  upon  by  the  In- 
dians before  they  can  close  it.] 

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KANE.    [Shouting  frantically.]    Shut  the  gates!    Shut  the  gates! 
[Mrs.  Donadson  rushes  out  of  the  house  screaming  and 
clings  to  her  husband.     More  Indians  swarm  in  from  the 
woods  and  the  soldiers  near  the  gate  are  easily  overpow- 
ered.   The  remaining  soldiers  rush  in  from  the  left  and  fire 
a  few  scattered  shots.  Some  of  the  Indians  fall,  but  by  weight 
of  numbers  Godfroi's  followers  soon  overcome  the  slight  re- 
sistance.   Donaldson  has  been  torn  from  his  wife  and  he  is 
held  between  two  Indian  warriors.    Godfroi  is  standing  with 
the  Miami  Chief  in  an  open  space  at  the  center  of  the 
parade  ground.  The  Miami  Chief  lifts  his  hand  for  silence.] 
GODFROI.    [To  Donaldson.]    Seeing  that  both  your  officers  have 
been  killed,  I  call  upon  you,  Mr.  Donaldson,  in  the  name  of 
Pontiac,  King  of  the  Ottawas,  to  surrender  this  fort. 

[There  is  a  shout  from  the  Indians.] 

DONALDSON.     [Struggling  in  the  hands  of  his  guards.]       You 
dirty  snake! 

[Godfroi  steps  to  the  flagstaff,  cuts  the  halyards  with  his 
knife,  and  tears  down  the  British  flag.    The  lights  go  out.] 


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Scene  III. 


SCENE  III 
CHARACTERS 

THE  LITTLE  TURTLE  [Mi'shi-kin-noq'kwa],  War  Chief  of  the 
Miamis 

ME'TE-AH  [Kiss  Me],  Sachem  of  the  Miamis 

BUCK-ONG-GE-HE'LOS  [The  Breaker  in  Pieces],  War  Chief  of  the 
Delawares 

BLUE  JACKET  [Wey'ah-peer-sen'wah],  War  Chief  of  the  Shaw- 
nees 

GE-LE'LE-MEND  [The  Leader],  a  Chief  of  the  Delawares 

WINAMAC  [The  Catfish],  War  Chief  of  the  Potawatomis 

TAR-KE,  a  Chief  of  the  Miamis 

LE  GRIS,  a  Chief  of  the  Miamis 

TECUMSEH  [Going  Across],  a  Brave  of  the  Shawnees 

COLONEL  ALEXANDER  McKEE,  British  Indian  Agent 

MAJOR  WILLIAM  CAMPBELL,  of  His  Majesty's  24th  Foot 

MAJOR-GENERAL  ANTHONY  WAYNE,  commanding  the  Legion  of 
the  United  States 

MAJOR  GENERAL  CHARLES  SCOTT,  commanding  the  Ken- 
tucky Volunteers 

BRIGADIER-GENERAL  THOMAS  POSEY,  of  General  Wayne's 
staff 

LIEUTENANT-COLONEL  JOHN  F.  HAMTRAMCK,  commandant  of 
Fort  Wayne 

CAPTAIN  WILLIAM  WELLS  [Apekonit],  commanding  the  Com- 
pany of  Scouts 

CAPTAIN  JACOB  KINGSBURY,  Officer  of  the  Day 

CAPTAIN  MOSES  PORTER,  of  the  Artillery 

CAPTAIN  RICHARD  A.  GREATON,  of  the  Second  Sub-legion 

LIEUTENANT  WILLIAM  HENRY  HARRISON,  of  the  First  Sub- 
legion 

MRS.  WILLIAM  WELLS  [Sweet  Breeze],  daughter  to  The  Little 
Turtle 


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SCENE  III— PROLOGUE 
THUNDERHEAD 

Now  Freedom  draws  the  stars  of  Heaven  to  earth 

And  sets  them  in  your  Flag.    Long,  long  the  tale: 

The  fight  at  consecrated  Lexington, 

Where  toilsome  folk,  like  you,  in  their  best  blood 

Write  Revolution  on  the  page  of  Time; 

The  flashing  meteor  of  Stony  Point ; 

The  succoring  arm  of  gallant  France;  at  last 

Yorktown,  with  Lafayette  and  Washington. 

Faint  sound  the  war-drums  here,  though  doughty  Clark 

And  his  Long  Knives  spread  terror  roundabout 

And  bold  Le  Balme  goes  hence  unto  his  death. 

A  great  soul  passed  when  Pontiac  was  slain, 

But  now  old  Kekionga  breeds  a  Man. 

Let  Harmar  speak,  and  let  St.  Clair  proclaim 

The  Little  Turtle's  stroke!    Soon  Wayne  comes  forth, 

Your  Anthony,  and  where  the  Fallen  Timbers  lie 

We,  the  Miamis,  fight,  and  lose,  and  make 

Our  peace,  while  here  your  town  has  christening 

With  his  heroic  name  beneath  his  Flag, 

To  be  for  evermore  American! 


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SCENE  III.  It  is  late  in  the  night  of  August  19,  1794,  on  the  eve 
of  the  Battle  of  Fallen  Timbers.  The  Chiefs  of  the  Miamis, 
Delawares,  Shawnees,  Potawatomis,  and  Wyandots  are 
gathered  about  a  council  fire  in  the  forest  with  officers  of 
their  British  allies.  Above  and  below  the  fire  are  braves 
with  war-drums,  which  they  beat  at  the  conclusion  of  every 
speech.  To  the  right  are  the  two  British  officers  in  scarlet 
uniforms.  The  Little  Turtle  and  Meteah  are  on  the  left. 
In  irregular  circles  behind  and  at  the  sides  are  disposed 
braves  of  the  several  tribes.  All  are  in  full  war-paint  with 
weapons  in  hand.  Outside  the  circles  of  the  warriors  are 
squaws  and  youths,  with  a  few  sleepy  children.  As  the 
speeches  are  being  made  braves  come  and  go  from  the  forest, 
and  many  land  from  their  canoes,  coming  in  both  direc- 
tions on  the  river.  The  expression  of  approval  and  disap- 
proval of  the  speeches  is  vociferous  and  violent,  and  be- 
tween the  braves  themselves  there  are  frequent  expressions  of 
difference  of  opinion,  shown  by  wild  and  threatening  ges- 
tures, though  no  blows  are  struck.  The  subject  under  de- 
bate is  that  of  attacking  the  Legion  of  the  United  States, 
commanded  by  Major-General  Anthony  Wayne,  which  is 
encamped  a  short  distance  up  the  river. 

WINAMAC.  Brothers.  I  am  Winamac  the  Potawatomi,  the  Cat- 
fish, the  War  Chief.  The  Long  Knives  are  upon  us.  They  come 
to  detroy  the  waving  corn  we  have  planted,  the  pumpkins  like 
balls  of  copper  in  the  sun,  the  beans  and  all  the  green  things 
that  hold  from  Winter  the  hand  of  his  brother  Hunger.  They 
come  to  slay  our  squaws  and  pappooses,  if  not  by  the  bullet,  by 
the  surer  finger  of  Starvation.  I  say,  Death  to  them  all!  I 
have  spoken. 

MCKEE.  Your  Father  the  King  sends  you  this  word  by  me.  I 
have  been  among  you  many  years,  and  you  know  my  tongue  is 
not  the  tongue  of  the  serpent.  Your  Father  the  King  has  sent 
you  rifles  and  powder  and  ball  by  me  that  you  may  keep  the 
sacred  soil  of  your  forefathers,  the  Kekionga  of  these  three 
rivers.  The  Long  Knives  would  drive  you  far  away,  where  the 
sun  dies  in  the  west.  But  will  you,  the  chiefs  and  braves  of  the 
Miamis,  the  Delawares,  the  Shawnees,  the  Potawatomis,  and 
the  Wyandots  be  made  slaves  and  landless  men,  to  beg  your 
food?  Your  Father  the  King  bids  you  use  the  arms  I  have  given 
you,  now,  tonight! 

BLUE  JACKET.  Brothers.  I  am  Wey-ah-peer-sen-wah  the 
Shawnee,  Blue  Jacket  the  War  Chief,  and  I  speak  for  the 
Shawnees.  The  War  Chief  am  I  and  I  speak  for  war.  Did  not 
Harmar,  the  Long  Knife,  come  here  to  this  spot  to  slay  us  and 
our  people?  Did  we  not  hide  along  his  path  and  kill  and  scalp 
until  few  were  left  to  tell  the  tale?  I  say,  Death  to  them  all! 
I  have  spoken. 

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BUCKONGEHELOS.  Brothers.  I  am  Buckongehelos  the  Lenni 
Lenape,  the  Breaker  in  Pieces,  the  War  Chief  of  the  Delawares. 
Did  not  St.  Clair  the  Long  Knife  come  to  kill  and  to  starve  us? 
Did  I  not  give  the  chieftainship  to  Mi-shi-kin-noq-kwa,  The 
Little  Turtle?  Did  we  not  fall  upon  him  before  the  rising  of  the 
sun  and  before  the  sun  was  high  did  he  not  mount  his  horse  and 
run  away,  he  and  all  his  men?  Did  we  not  chase  him  and  his 
men  many  miles,  though  they  were  half  again  as  many  as  we? 
Did  we  not  kill  a  hundred,  and  two  hundred,  and  three  hun- 
dred? Shall  we  not  do  again  what  we  did  then?  Death  to  them 
all,  say  I.  I  have  spoken. 

CAMPBELL.  I  am  Major  William  Campbell,  and  with  me  are  a 
hundred  men  from  your  Father  the  King.  Have  I  not  built  a 
strong  place,  a  fort,  nearby,  where  you  may  come  and  rest  and 
find  arms  and  aid?  Has  not  your  Father  the  King  sent  me  to 
you  to  do  this?  Have  we  not  helped  you  before,  when  others 
came?  And  now,  shall  you  not  drive  back  this  General  Wayne 
who  comes,  as  you  drove  back  General  Harmar  and  General  St. 
Clair?  Are  you  less  brave  now  than  you  were  then?  Have 
your  hearts  grown  faint,  and  your  arms  become  the  arms  of 
women? 

METEAH.  I  am  Meteah  the  Potawatomi,  Meteah  the  Sachem. 
I  have  fought  and  I  have  conquered.  At  Fort  Recovery  I 
fought  when  our  Father  the  King  sent  his  braves  to  fight  with 
us.  Some  of  the  Long  Knives,  Wayne's  men,  we  slew,  but  we 
came  away  and  his  strong  place  still  stood.  This  Wayne  is  not 
Harmar  or  St.  Clair,  with  a  rabble  that  runs  when  we  shoot. 
This  is  Wayne,  whom  our  grandfathers  the  Delawares  call  the 
Black  Snake,  because  he  is  careful,  because  he  is  wise.  We  took 
the  others  before  him  unawares,  but  have  we  taken  him?  Let 
us  talk  a  long  time  before  we  fight  this  Black  Snake  who  is  wise. 
I  have  spoken. 

GELELEMEND.  I  am  Gelelemend  the  Delaware,  the  Leader  of 
Delawares.  True  it  is  that  the  Black  Snake  is  here.  But  if  we 
do  as  he  bids  us,  what  will  he  do?  Shall  we  not  be  driven  far 
away,  as  we,  the  Delawares,  have  been  driven  from  the  salt  wa- 
ter to  these  three  rivers?  Shall  we  give  up  without  a  blow,  we 
who  have  won  victories?  Death  to  Wayne!  death  to  them  all! 
I  have  spoken. 

THE  LITTLE  TURTLE.  I  am  Mishikinnoqkwa  the  War  Chief  of 
the  Miamis,  The  Little  Turtle,  the  War  Chief.  Twice  we  have 
beaten  the  Long  Knives.  Twice  you  did  my  bidding,  and  twice 
we  conquered.  Is  it  not  enough?  The  Americans  come  with  a 
chief  who  never  sleeps,  Alomseng,  the  Wind,  that  never  sleeps. 
Days  and  nights  are  alike  to  him.  Our  young  men  have  watched 
and  he  has  watched,  and  never  have  our  young  men  surprised 
him.  When  did  we  win  a  victory  without  surprising  our  foe? 

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Think  well  of  it.  Something  whispers  me  that  we  shall  do  well 
to  listen  to  his  words  of  peace.  Think  well  of  it. 
TAR-KE.  Brothers.  I  am  Tar-ke,  and  I  speak  for  war.  What 
we  have  done  we  can  do,  again.  I  am  for  war.  I  have  spoken. 
THE  LITTLE  TURTLE.  I  would  say  more.  My  son,  Apeconit,  the 
white  man,  William  Wells,  has  left  me  and  my  daughter,  Sweet 
Breeze,  his  wife.  He  has  gone  to  Alomseng,  the  Wind,  he  who 
sleeps  with  one  eye  open.  He  is  wise,  and  he  has  made  peace.  I 
say  to  you  that  I  would  make  peace.  Seven  suns  ago  Alomseng 
sent  us  one  who  bade  us  listen  if  we  would  save  ourselves  from 
death  and  our  squaws  and  pappooses  from  hunger.  I  say  to 
you,  Listen!  I  have  spoken. 

[A  murmur,  "Let  us  Listen,"  goes  around.] 

MCKEE.    [To  Campbell.}    Would  it  not  be  wise  to  call  The  Lit- 
tle Turtle  a  coward  and  have  done  with  him? 
CAMPBELL.        [To  Le  Gris.]    Call  The  Little  Turtle  a  coward, 

0  Le  Gris,  the  Grey  One. 

[Tecumseh,  who  has  been  edging  his  way  through  the  circles 
of  braves,  bends  over  to  listen.] 

LE  GRIS.  [To  Campbell.]  That  will  I  not,  for  I  have  fought  be- 
side him  and  he  is  both  brave  and  wise.  I  who  am  brave  know 
my  brother. 

TECUMSEH.  [Forcing  his  way  into  the  line  of  Chiefs.]  That  will 
I,  Tecumseh  the  Shawnee.  I  have  come  from  watching  this 
Wayne.  I  say  to  you  that  we  can  beat  him  as  we  have  beaten 
these  others.  I  say  to  you  that  The  Little  Turtle  has  grown  old, 
that  his  arm,  once  strong,  is  the  arm  of  a  girl — that  his  heart, 
once  bold,  is  the  heart  of  a  woman.  [Outcries  from  the  Braves.] 

1  say  to  you,  Death  to  them  all.    Kill  and  scalp!    When  they 
bury  their  dead,  dig  them  up  and  burn  them.    Kill  the  men  that 
they  may  not  kill  us,  kill  their  women  that  they  may  bear  no 
men,  kill  their  little  ones  that  they  may  not  grow  up  to  be  men 
and  women!    Kill  them  all! 

[He  flourishes  his  hatchet  with  loud  cries  from  the  Braves.] 

METEAH.  I  say  to  you,  Think  long  before  you  fight.  The  Lit- 
tle Turtle  knows  and  Apeconit,  his  son,  knows  that  peace  must 
come,  if  not  before  defeat,  than  after  defeat.  Think  long.  Bury 
the  hatchet. 

[Loud  cries  from  the  Braves,  "Never!     Never!      War! 

War!" 

THE  LITTLE  TURTLE.  Have  it  so.  I  will  lead  you  once  more.  I 
shall  fight.  I  shall  fight  my  best.  But  we  do  not  surprise 
Wayne,  Alomseng  the  Wind.  Come,  let  us  fight! 

[The  war-dance  begins,  with  the  loud  strumming  of  the  war- 
drums.  The  council  fire  dims  after  a  little,  and  with  loud 
whoops  the  Chiefs  and  Braves  rush  into  the  forest.  As 

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they  go,  the  Squaws  begin  to  wail.  The  light  goes  out  en- 
tirely. From  a  distance  comes  the  sound  of  firing,  both 
small  arms  and  cannon.  There  are  shrieks  and  war- 
whoops,  and  then  the  sound  of  American  cheers.  The 
Squaws  begin  to  wail  afresh.  Presently,  the  Indians,  ut- 
terly routed,  run  back  and  exit  left  and  right,  the  noise  of 
battle  and  the  American  cheers  growing  louder  and  louder. 
At  the  last,  in  a  glare  of  light,  General  Wayne  is  seen  on  his 
white  charger  in  the  centre  of  the  stage,  the  Flag  borne  be- 
side him,  as  he  says: 

WAYNE.  Hurrah,  boys,  the  Fallen  Timbers  haven't  stopped  us! 
The  day  is  ours.  Three  cheers  for  the  Flag!  We'll  lock  the 
Glorious  Gateway  of  the  West.  And  so  for  rest  and  peace. 

[The  light  goes  out  as  the  Americans  move  forward.  The 
light  brightens,  and  shows  the  new  Fort  Wayne  as  it  ap- 
peared early  on  the  morning  of  October  22,  1794,  the  day  of 
its  dedication.  The  great  door  is  half  open,  and  there  are 
sentries  stationed  beside  it,  and  sentries  on  the  ramparts.  A 
flagstaff  without  its  flag  stands  inside  the  Fort.  There  are 
trees  at  the  sides  and  in  the  rear.  Greaton  is  walking  up  and 
down  outside  the  walls.  Porter  and  Harrison  come  to  him 
through  the  door  of  the  fort,  the  Sentries  saluting  as  they  pass.] 

GREATON.     [Saluting  the  other  officers,   who  return  the  salute.] 

Good  morning,  Captain  Porter.    A  fine  morning,  Mr.  Harrison. 

PORTER.     A  fine  day  for  the  dedication  of  the  Fort,  Captain 

Greaton. 

HARRISON.    A  good  omen,  gentlemen.    We  shall  have  a  city  here 

some,  day,  now  that  the  Indian  question  is  beginning  to  look 

settled.      You   are   staying   here   with   the  garrison,    Captain 

Greaton? 

GREATON.    All  we  three  are  staying  here,  I  believe.     But  here 

comes  the  General.    He  hasn't  had  a  touch  of  the  gout  since  he 

took  horse  on  the  morning  of  Fallen  Timbers. 

[Generals  Wayne,  Scott,  and  Posey  come  to  them  from  with- 
in the  Fort,  everybody  saluting.] 

WAYNE.    A  fine  October  morning  to  you  all,  gentlemen.    What 

better  day  to  close  the  Gateway  of  the  West. 

HARRISON.    Good  fortune  always  attends  you,  General  Wayne. 

WAYNE.     How  about  that,  General  Scott?    Is  it  good  fortune 

that  comes?  or  honest  effort  that  brings  it? 

SCOTT.    Looking  back  to  Monmouth,  General,  when  you  were 

the  Leonidas  at  what  might  have  been  our  Thermopylae — 

WAYNE.     Not  good  fortune  there,  man.    Steuben  drilling  them 

through  that  bad  winter  at  Valley  Forge,  Washington  stationing 

us  at  the  strategic  point — eh,  General  Posey?     You  were  at 

Monmouth,  too. 

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POSEY.    And  I  was  at  Stony  Point  with  you  as  well,  General. 
That  was  certainly  more  preparation  than  good  luck. 
WAYNE.    So  I  think.    It  is  not  in  our  power  to  command  suc- 
cess, but  it  is  in  our  power  to  produce  a  conviction  that  we  de- 
serve it. 

[The  younger  officers  salute  and  go  into  the  Fort.  Cap- 
tain Wells  and  Meteah,  who  have  been  rowing  down  the 
river  to  the  landing  and  making  their  canoe  fast,  now  reach 
the  group  of  Generals.  Wells  salutes,  and  the  salute  is  re- 
turned. Meteah  stands  gravely  behind  Wells,  motionless 
and  silent.] 

WAYNE.     You  are  out  early,  Captain  Wells.     Who  is  this  you 
bring  from  your  morning  scout? 

WELLS.    Chief  Meteah,  sir,  who  is  bringing  a  good  word. 
WAYNE.    What  is  the  word,  younger  brother? 
METEAH.     [Now  gravely  saluting,  to  which  the  Generals  respond 
in  kind.]    Greetings,  elder  brother.    The  Little  Turtle  is  nearby 
and  would  have  speech  with  you. 

SCOTT.    [To  Wells.]    The  Little  Turtle  is  your  father-in-law,  isn't 
he? 

WELLS.    I  married  his  daughter,  sir.    He  has  been  a  father  to  me. 
POSEY.    [To  Scott.]    Hadn't  we  better  go,  General? 

[Scott  and  Posey  salute  and  retire  into  the  Fort.  ] 
WAYNE.    Where  is  The  Little  Turtle,  younger  brother? 
METEAH.     Elder  brother,  The  Little  Turtle  and  Sweet  Breeze 
his  daughter,  my  brother's  wife,  will  come  to  you  if  you  say  the 
word. 

WAYNE.  It  is  a  good  word,  younger  brother,  and  I  say  it  gladly. 
[Meteah  returns  to  the  canoe  and  rows  off  up  stream.] 
WAYNE.  The  chiefs  are  well  disposed  to  us  now,  Captain  Wells? 
WELLS.  The  Little  Turtle  and  Meteah  did  not  wish  to  fight 
you,  General. 

WAYNE.    So  I  was  given  to  understand.    Their  defeat  at  Fallen 
Timbers  and  our  building  of  the  Fort  in  defiance  of  the  British 
must  have  counted  for  their  return  of  influence,  I  take  it. 
WELLS.    Yes,  General.    Except  for  a  younger  brave  or  two,  they 
have  the  ear  of  all  the  tribes. 

[Enter  from  the  Fort,  with  a  guard,  Lieutentant-Colonel 
Hamtramck  and  Captain  Kingsbury.  All  salute.] 
WAYNE.    Good  morning,  Colonel  Hamtramck.    Good  morning, 
Captain  Kingsbury. 

BOTH.     Good  morning,  General  Wayne.     Good  morning,  Cap- 
tain Wells. 

HAMTRAMCK.    It  looks  like  a  good  end  to  our  old  troubles,  Gen- 
eral. 

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WAYNE.  A  very  good  end,  sir,  a  very  good  end  indeed.  The  Fort 
here  settles  many  problems.  Ten  years  ago  General  Washing- 
ton wrote  that  the  Miami  villages  here  point  to  a  very  impor- 
tant post  for  the  Union. 

KINGSBURY.  If  you  will  let  me  say  so,  sir,  it  was  your  handling 
of  the  troops  before  and  during  the  fight  that  makes  the  Fort 
possible. 

WAYNE.     Not  mine  alone,  Captain  Kingsbury,  Colonel  Ham- 
tramck  here  on  the  left  wing  of  the  Legion,  your  own  gallant 
conduct,  sir;  not  to  mention  those  old  comrades  of  mine,  Gen- 
erals Scott  and  Posey — all  of  you,  sir,  men  of  the  Legion  and  men 
Kentucky — all  of  you,  not  forgetting  Captain  Wells. 
THE  THREE.    [Saluting.]    Thank  you,  General. 
KINGSBURY.     Some  Indians  are  coming  down  the  river,  Gen- 
eral. 

[The  Little  Turtle  and  Mrs.  Wells  in  a  canoe  rowed  by 
Braves  reach  the  landing,  make  fast,  and  come  toward  the 
Fort.    Wells  goes  to  meet  them  and  returns  with  them.] 
HAMTRAMCK.    Do  you  wish  me  to  remain  with  the  men,  General 
Wayne? 

WAYNE.  You  may  remain,  Colonel.  The  men  will  not  be  need- 
ed. We  have  word  of  peace. 

[Kingsbury  places  himself  at  the  head  of  the  guard,  gives  the 
word  of  command,  and  they  pass  around  the  Fort.] 
HAMTRAMCK.    We  hear  no  more  from  the  British,  General.    Yet 
I  am  told  that  General  Knox  gave  his  consent  to  your  attack- 
ing them,  if  you  thought  it  necessary. 

WAYNE.  It  was  not  and  will  not  be  necessary,  Colonel.  That  is 
The  Little  Turtle  coming  with  the  word  of  peace.  What  will 
the  British  do  without  the  tribes  behind  them?  [To  The  Lit- 
tle Turtle.]  Younger  brother,  I  shake  your  hand.  You  were  a 
brave  enemy  and  an  able  commander.  May  it  be  peace  be- 
tween us! 

THE  LITTLE  TURTLE.  Elder  brother,  it  is  peace.  The  Little 
Turtle  is  weary  of  much  war. 

WAYNE.  This  is  your  daughter,  younger  brother,  the  wife  of 
our  gallant  captain  of  scouts  here? 

WELLS.  General  Wayne,  Colonel  Hamtramck,  this  is  Sweet 
Breeze,  my  wife. 

WAYNE.  You  are  nobly  connected,  madam.  What  better  can  a 
woman  have  than  to  be  the  daughter,  the  wife,  and,  I  hope,  the 
mother,  of  brave  men? 

MRS.  WELLS.  Thank  you,  General  Wayne.  It  is  a  good  thought 
and  better  hope. 

WAYNE.  Younger  brother,  no  one  loves  peace  better  than  those 
who  have  fought.  Are  the  tribes  ready  for  treaty  now? 

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THE  LITTLE  TURTLE.  Elder  brother,  not  yet.  But  when  the 
British  locked  us  out  of  their  Fort  after  the  Fallen  Timbers, 
there  was  no  chief  in  all  the  tribes  but  knew  their  tongue  was 
the  tongue  of  a  snake.  You,  our  elder  brother,  have  never  de- 
ceived us. 

WAYNE.  Younger  brother,  we  shall  look  forward  to  a  treaty, 
shall  we  not? 

THE  LITTLE  TURTLE.  Elder  brother,  the  hour  will  soon  come,  and 
word  of  it  will  be  sent.  Meanwhile,  The  Little  Turtle  would 
leave  his  daughter  with  his  elder  brother. 

[Wells  starts  to  speak.  Wayne  silences  him  with  a  gesture.] 
WAYNE.  The  daughter  of  the  Little  Turtle  is  at  home  where  her 
husband  is — may  The  Little  Turtle  soon  find  his  home  with  her. 
But  I  notice  The  Little  Turtle  limps  in  his  right  foot.  Is  it  a 
wound? 

WELLS.    It  seems  to  be  a  touch  of  the  gout,  General  Wayne. 
HAMTRAMCK.    That  is  the  malady  of  a  fine  gentleman. 
THE  LITTLE  TURTLE.    The  Little  Turtle  has  always  thought  of 
himself  as  a  gentleman,  elder  brothers. 

[A  ceremonious  leavetaking  follows.  All  accompany  The 
Little  Turtle  to  his  boat.  Wells,  after  she  has  bid  her  father 
good-bye,  takes  Mrs.  Wells  around  the  Fort.  While  this  is 
taking  place  at  the  boat  landing,  the  soldiers  march  out  on 
parade.  Posey  and  his  staff  head  the  Legion,  which  takes 
the  right,  Scott  and  the  Kentucky  Volunteers  take  the  left, 
and  Hamtramck,  with  Greaton,  Porter,  Kingsbury,  and 
Harrison  take  the  center  with  the  garrison.] 

KINGSBURY.    Orders  of  the  Day:    It  is  ordered  by  Lieutenant- 
Colonel  John  F.  Hamtramck,  commandant,  that  the  fort  newly 
erected  on  the  site  of  the  old  Miami  villages  be,  and  hereby  is, 
named  Fort  Wayne. 
HAMTRAMCK.    Mr.  Harrison,  the  flag. 

[Harrison,  in  readiness,  gives  the  word,  and  the  flag  with 
fifteen  stripes  and  fifteen  stars  rises  to  the  top  of  the  staff, 
the  soldiers  cheering.] 
HAMTRAMCK.    Captain  Porter,  the  salute. 

[While  fifteen  guns  boom  out,  there  are  general  cheers  and 
congratulations  among  the  officers,  as  the  light  dims  to 
darkness.] 

(Intermission  of  Fifteen  Minutes) 


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Scene  IV. 


SCENE  IV 
CHARACTERS 

MAJOR  B.  F.  STICKNET,  Indian  Agent 

MRS.  ANGELINE  CHAPETEAU  PELTIER  (Wife  of  James  Peltier) 

MRS.  CURTIS 

CAPTAIN  JAMES  RHEA 

LIEUTENANT  PHILIP  OSTANDER 

LIEUTENANT  CURTIS 

SERGEANT  KING 

A  SENTRY 

WILLIAM  OLIVER 

LOGAN 

COLONEL  JOHN  ALLEN 

COLONEL  ADAMS 

COLONEL  HAWKINS 

GENERAL  WILLIAM  HENRY  HARRISON 


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SCENE  IV— PROLOGUE 
THUNDERHEAD 

Swiftly  the  stream  of  Time  flows  on  his  course 

Swollen  with  big  events.    Within  the  year 

The  Little  Turtle  makes  his  solemn  peace, 

And  from  my  people,  the  Miamis,  pass 

Their  age-long  sovereignty  and  might  for  ever. 

The  banner  of  the  Briton  falls.    Your  West 

Is  saved,  and  Indiana  comes  to  be, 

On  far  horizons  faintly  glimmering. 

Hereto  in  amity  the  Tribes  resort 

Not  once,  but  twice,  to  sign  away  their  lands. 

Your  daughter,  Illinois,  has  fortunate  birth. 

Tecumseh,  gallant  chief,  fights  hard  to  hold 

The  country  of  our  forefathers  of  yore. 

But  Harrison  strikes  down  his  Prophet's  power, 

Tippecanoe  its  passing  bell;  our  braves 

With  England  make  their  unavailing  stand, 

The  Little  Turtle  being  dead  and  gone. 

Success  comes  easily  when  first  we  fight  : 

Fort  Dearborn  falls  in  blood,  Detroit  yields — 

Deceitful  omens,  luring  us  to  death, 

As  here  once  more  War's  horrent  fire  is  bright. 


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SCENE  IV.  At  the  end  of  the  chorus  speech,  the  lights  again 
brighten  very  gradually  on  the  greater  stage,  disclosing  Fort 
Wayne  as  it  appeared  on  the  morning  of  September  10, 
1812. 

At  the  left  are  two  or  three  small  houses,  and  behind  them 
a  line  of  stockade  which  turns  near  the  center  of  the  stage  and 
comes  down  to  the  water  edge. 

Near  the  angle  of  the  stockade  is  a  large  gate  flanked  by 
a  blockhouse  of  logs. 

Near  the  gate  there  is  a  platform  along  the  inner  side  of 
the  stockade  upon  which  a  sentry  is  passing  up  and  down. 
The  portion  of  the  stage  to  the  right  of  the  stockade  rep- 
resents the  ground  outside  the  fort. 

Seargeant  King  enters  from  the  left  with  a  squad  of  six 
soldiers  and  relieves  the  sentry  stationed  upon  the  plat- 
form and  the  one  on  duty  at  the  main  date.  As  the  squad 
is  about  to  march  off  again  to  the  left,  Mrs.  Peltier  and 
Mrs.  Curtis  enter,  also  from  the  left. 

MRS.  PELTIER.      Good  morning,  Sergeant  King.      Has  anything 

happened  in  the  night? 

KING.     [Saluting.]    Nothing  except  a  lot  of  yelling  from  down 

Black  Swamp  way. 

MRS.  CURTIS.     Do  you  think  the  British  have  come  to  rein- 
force the  Indians  after  all? 

[As  the  Sergeant  stops  to  chat  with  the  two  women  his  squad 
breaks  rank.  Some  gather  round  as  if  to  join  in  the  con- 
versation, others  take  out  their  pipes  and  one  man  takes  a 
red  handkerchief  from  his  hat  and  wipes  his  face  with  it.] 

KING.    I  reckon  we'll  find  out  quick  enough  if  they  have,  Mrs. 

Curtis. 

[Lieutenant  Curtis  enters  from  the  blockhouse,  followed  by 
Lieutenant  Ostrander.] 

CURTIS.     [Catching  sight  of  King  and  the  group  around  him.] 

Attention,  Sergeant!    What  do  you  mean  by  letting  your  men 

break  ranks  before  you've  finished  relieving  the  guard? 

[The  sergeant  and  his  squad  come  half  heartedly  to  semblance 
of  order.] 

MRS.  PELTIER.     It  isn't  his  fault,  Lieutenant  Curtis.     We  were 

asking  him  questions. 

CURTIS.    You  seem  to  forget — 

MRS.  CURTIS.    My  dear,  you  mustn't  be  rude. 

CURTIS.    I  say,  you  seem  to  forget  that  this  is  the  frontier  and 

not  a  lawn  party  in  Detroit  or  Philadelphia. 

OSTRANDER.    Well,  Sergeant,  what  are  you  awaiting  for? 

KING.    I  dunno  exactly. 

CURTIS.    Then,  fall  in  everybody. 

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KING.  [To  the  man.]  Fall  in  there.  Left,  forward,  fours,  left, 
hip,  hip! 

[The  squad  marches  off  to  the  left.] 
MRS.  CURTIS.    You  needn't  be  so  cross. 

CURTIS.  [Turning  to  her.]  The  trouble  with  you  women  is  that 
you  don't  seem  to  realize  there's  any  such  thing  as  discipline  in 
this  fort,  or  any  such  thing  as  Indians  outside  of  it.  Captain 
Wells  and  his  men  have  been  slaughtered  at  Fort  Dearborn  and 
General  Hull  has  surrendered  Detroit.  If  Fort  Wayne  falls,  the 
whole  frontier  is  wide  open. 

MRS.  PELTIER.  Oh,  come  now,  you  know  yourself  the  fort  hasn't 
even  been  fired  on  for  nearly  three  days.  We  have  to  make 
a  little  fun  when  we  can. 

[ Just  as  she  speaks  there  is  a  faint  crack  of  a  rifle  from  the 
woods  at  the  right  and  the  sentry  on  the  platform  crumples 
up  and  rolls  to  the  ground,  Ostrander  springs  up  the  steps, 
seizes  the  fallen  sentry's  rifle  and  peers  cautiously  over  the 
stockade.  Curtis  and  the  two  women  run  to  the  fallen  man. 
Mrs.  Peltier  lifts  his  head  to  her  knees  and  Curtis  is 
examining  his  wound  as  Major  Stickney,  followed  by  Cap- 
tain Rhea  and  William  Oliver,  emerges  from  the  largest 
of  the  two  houses.] 

STICKNEY.    Well,  Lieutenant  Curtis,  what's  going  on  here? 

CURTIS.     [Rising  and  saluting.]     The  men  have  been  getting 

mighty  careless  lately,  Major  Stickney.    This  fellow's  been  the 

worst  of  the  lot.    I  guess  he'll  know  better  next  time. 

STICKNEY.    Then  he  isn't  dead? 

MRS.  PELTIER.    No,  sir,  just  stunned  with  a  spent  bullet. 

STICKNEY.    [To  Ostrander.]    Can  you  see  anything  moving,  Mr. 

Ostrander? 

OSTRANDER.    No,  Major.    By  Jove,  yes,  I  do!    They're  coming. 

Call  the  garrison! 

[There  are  loud  whoops  and  the  crack  of  rifles  without.] 

STICKNEY.    All  out  there!    The  Indians  are  coming!    Oliver,  get 

'em  out!    Give  me  a  rifle! 

\0liver  calls  out  the  men,  helped  by  Curtis.  Mrs.  Peltier 
and  Mrs.  Curtis  take  rifles  and  begin  to  load  them  as  the 
men  fire  from  the  platform.  Rhea  stands  useless,  doing 
nothing.  Gradually  the  whooping  of  the  Indians  and  the 
firing  dies  out.] 

OSTRANDER.  Hot  work  while  it  lasted.  They're  back  in  the 
woods.  Anybody  hurt?  [The  garrison  resumes  its  more  peaceful 
aspect.] 

STICKNEY.  Have  the  wounded  man  taken  into  the  grain  store 
house,  Curtis,  and  send  a  sentry  to  relieve  Lieutenant  Os- 
trander. 

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CURTIS.    [Saluting.]    Yes,  sir. 

[Under  Curtis' s  directions  two  privates  remove  the  wounded 
man  to  the  smaller  of  the  two  houses.  The  women  follow.  A 
Sentry  replaces  Ostrander  on  the  platform.] 

RHEA.  [Who  has  been  looking  on  sullenly  while  Stickney  gives  his 
orders.]  I  must  remind  you  again,  Major  Stickney,  that  lam 
the  military  commander  of  this  post.  When  you  give  orders  to 
the  officers  or  soldiers  you  are  exceeding  your  authority  as  In- 
dian Agent. 

STICKNEY.  If  I  had  not  exceeded  my  authority  in  the  first  place, 
Captain  Rhea,  there  would  have  been  nothing  left  of  this  fort 
but  a  heap  of  charred  and  blood-stained  logs. 
OLIVER.  I  reckon  that's  about  right,  Captain. 
STICKNEY.  You  knew  that  General  Hull  had  surrendered  to  the 
British  at  Detroit  with  his  entire  army.  You  were  warned  by 
Bondie  that  the  tribes  had  formed  a  league  against  the  United 
States  government  under  the  leadership  of  Tecumseh,  and  that 
General  Proctor  and  Major  Muir  had  promised  to  support  them 
with  British  artillery  if  they  would  besiege  Fort  Wayne  and 
Fort  Harrison.  You  knew  this  and  yet  you  failed  to  make  even 
reasonable  preparations  for  the  siege. 

RHEA.  I  refused  to  be  held  accountable  by  you  for  my  ac- 
tions. 

STICKNEY.  When  General  Harrison's  army  arrives,  I  shall  make 
the  fullest  report  of  everything  that  has  taken  place. 

[Rhea  folds  his  arms  sullenly.] 

MRS.  PELTIER.  Do  you  think  that  General  Harrison  is  really  on 
his  way  to  relieve  us,  Mr.  Oliver? 

OLIVER.  Yes,  ma'am.  When  I  left  Cincinnati,  there  were  al- 
ready twelve  hundred  Ohio  troops  concentrated  at  Urbana. 
They  were  only  waiting  for  reinforcements  from  Kentucky  and 
to  know  that  the  fort  was  still  holding  out  before  pushing  on  to 
raise  the  siege. 

STICKNEY.  It  is  two  weeks  since  Mr.  Oliver  and  Logan  broke 
through  the  enemy  and  joined  us.  It  is  ten  days  since  Logan 
slipped  out  again  with  letters  to  General  Harrison  and  Governor 
Meigs. 

RHEA.  Rubbish!  Logan's  an  Indian.  As  likely  as  not  he's 
taken  your  letters  straight  to  the  British. 

OLIVER.     Logan  is  a  brave,  honorable  man,  Captain  Rhea.     I 
wish  I  could  say  as  much  for  every  officer  in  this  garrison. 
RHEA.    [Taking  a  step  toward  him.]    By  gad,  sir! 
STICKNEY.    Stop,  gentleman,  this  is  no  time  for  personal  quar- 
rels. 

[Rhea  turns  and  walks  into  the  blockhouse.  At  the  same 
moment  the  Sentry  on  the  platform  suddenly  becomes  alert.] 

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THE  SENTRY.  There's  a  man  crawling  along  the  dry  ditch  be- 
yond the  ruins  of  Bondie's  cabin. 

[Ostrander  again  springs  up  the  steps  of  the  platform,  just 

as  the  Sentry  raises  his  gun  and  fires.] 

THE  SENTRY.     [In  disgust.]  Missed,  by  cricky!     I  knew  she 

wouldn't  carry  three  hundred  yards. 

OSTRANDER.     [Looking  over  the  stockade.]     He's  jumped  up  to 

make  a  run  for  it. 

THE  SENTRY.    Hey!    Somebody  pass  me  up  one  of  them  loaded 

guns. 

[One  of  the  women  hands  up  a  rifle  from  a  rack  below.] 

OSTRANDER.     Hell!     He.'s  running  toward  the  fort.     They're 

shooting  at  him  from  the  woods. 

THE  SENTRY.    [Putting  down  his  gun.]    Well,  I'll  be  — 

OLIVER.    [Who  has  joined  Ostrander.]    They've  got  him!    He's 

down! 

THE  SENTRY.    No,  he  isn't!    Look! 

OLIVER.    Hurrah,  boys!    It's  Logan  came  back! 

STICKNEY.    Open  the  gate  for  him. 

[King  and  three  or  four  soldiers  make  a  rush  to  the  gates 
and  open  them  just  as  Logan  staggers  across  the  open  space 
at  the  right.  As  he  enters  the  gates  are  closed  after  him  and 
he  is  immediately  surrounded  by  the  officers  and  men, 
Oliver  who  has  jumped  down  from  the  platform  being  the 
first  to  wring  his  hand.] 

OLIVER.    Well,  brother  Logan,  what's  the  news? 

LOGAN.    Good  news. 

[Cheers  from  the  soldiers.  More  soldiers  and  settlers  and 
several  women  and  children  come  running  in  from  the  left.] 

They're  coming!  [More  cheers.]  The  army  was  at  St.  Mary's 
day  before  yesterday.  Fifteen  hundred  Kentucky  volunteers 
under  General  Harrison. 

[More  cheers  and  cries  of  "Old  Kentuck!"  Hurrah,  they're 
coming,"  etc.  Stickney  lifts  his  hand  for  silence.] 

LOGAN.  Yesterday  we  were  joined  by  two  hundred  mounted 
Ohio  troops  and  two  regiments  under  Colonel  Adams  and 
Colonel  Hawkins  at  Shane's  Crossing,  making  thirty-five  hun- 
dred men  in  all. 

[Cheers.     Again  Stickney  holds  up  his  hand.     There  is 

the  sound  of  firing  in  the  distance.] 

LOGAN.    They're  driving  the  Indians  out  of  the  Black  Swamp 

now. 

KING.    [Waving  his  hat.]    Hurrah,  boys!    They'll  be  here  in  no 

time. 

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[The  soldiers  begin  tossing  their  hats  in  the  air.  In  the 
distance,  fifes  and  drums  are  heard  playing  Yankee  Doodle. 
The  music  grows  gradually  louder.  As  it  does  so,  the  sol- 
diers and  settlers  fling  open  the  gates  and  crowd  up  on  the 
platform  to  look  over  the  stockade.  The  stage  is  almost 
filled  with  men  and  women  and  children.  A  squad  of  Ohio 
Volunteers  enters  from  across  the  open  space  at  the  right 
and  stand  at  attention  beside  the  gate.  They  are  followed 
by  General  Harrison  and  a  number  of  officers,  among  whom 
are  Colonel  Allen,  Colonel  Hawkins,  and  Colonel  Adams. 
The  General  and  the  other  officers  enter  the  fort  where  Curtis 
and  Ostrander  have  hurriedly  drawn  up  part  of  the  garrison 
at  attention,  behind  Stickney  and  William  Oliver.  Stick- 
ney  advances  and  takes  Harrison's  hand.] 

STICKNEY.  I  presume,  sir,  that  I  have  the  honor  of  addressing 
General  William  Henry  Harrison. 

HARRISON.  Yes,  sir.  And  you  are  Major  Stickney.  I  con- 
gratulate you  sir,  upon  holding  this  fort  with  eighty  privates  and 
non-commissioned  officers  and  two  lieutenants,  against  fifteen 
hundred  Indians. 

STICKNEY.  We  have  done  our  best,  sir,  under  the  circum- 
stances. 

HARRISON.  [Introducing  his  companion.]  This  is  Colonel  Haw- 
kins. This  is  Colonel  Adams  and  this  is  Colonel  John  Allen  oj 
Kentucky,  to  whom  I  am  indebted  for  most  valuable  services' 
Gentlemen,  Major  Stickney  and  his  comrades  have  held  for  the 
United  States  one  of  the  most  valuable  points  on  the  whole 
frontier.  Some  day  when  your  grandchildren  have  seen  a 
beautiful  city  grow  up  at  the  forks  of  these  rivers,  they  will  be 
glad  to  honor  him  and  these  soldiers  for  keeping  safe  the  key 
of  the  southwest. 

[The  lights  go  out.] 


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Scene  V. 


SCENE  V 
CHARACTERS 

MAJOR  JOSIAH  N.  VOSE,  5th  Infantry,  U.  S.  A.,  commandant 

SAMUEL  HANNA 

MAJOR  B.  F.  STICKNEY,  Indian  Agent 

WILLIAM  SUTTENFIELD 

LAURA  SUTTENFIELD,  his  wife 

JAMES  PELTIER 

ANGELINE  CHAPETEAU  PELTIER,  his  wife 

CHIEF  RICHARDVILLE,  Chief  of  the  Miamis 

LIEUTENANT  CLARK,  5th  Infantry,  U.  S.  A. 


SCENE  V— PROLOGUE 
THUNDERHEAD 

No  longer  to  this  pleasant  place  is  brought 
Battle  and  sudden  death.    Ye  call  it  peace — 
A  sorry  peace  for  us,  as  sadly  wends 
The  long  procession  of  my  people  down 
Toward  the  setting  sun,  the  while  your  State 
Sets  her  proud  star  upon  your  Flag.    We  go; 
And  these  primeval  forests  hear  the  ax 
Of  many  a  pioneer,  who  hacks  and  hews 
To  bring  to  grief  great  trees  that  once  were  ours. 
Theirs  were  no  easy  tasks;  and  ye  who  sit 
Under  these  spangled  skies  tonight  and  breathe 
The  air  of  comfort  and  content  should  not 
Forget  their  high  endeavor.    Every  foot 
Of  this  your  town  by  tears  and  sweat  was  made 
To  smile  and  yield  its  harvest  unto  you, 
That  ye  may  rear  tall  houses  long  to  stand 
Where  our  frail  tepees  were — and  are  no  more. 
As  mothers  here  not  long  since  brought  their  babes 
To  birth,  alone,  your  civilization  came 
Through  lonely  travail  unto  glowing  life. 
For  me  and  mine  is  midnight,  starless,  dark; 
For  you  the  noonday  splendor  of  the  sun. 


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SCENE  V  Fort  Wayne  appears  in  the  afternoon  of  April  19, 
1819,  the  day  of  its  abandonment  as  a  military  post, 
much  as  it  did  in  1794,  the  rebuilding  by  Major  Whistler 
in  1814  being  little  more  than  a  replacement  of  outworn 
material  by  new,  with  the  exception  of  the  gardens  on  either 
side  of  it,  bright  with  early  flowers,  and  the  placing  of  the 
flagstaff  outside  its  walls,  upon  which  the  flag  of  twenty-one 
stars  and  thirteen  stripes  is  flying,  under  which  a  small 
cannon  stands.  There  is  a  sentry  at  the  open  gateway  of 
the  Fort,  through  which  soldiers  in  undress  uniform  are 
passing,  laden  with  boxes,  bundles  of  bedding,  and  the 
like,  which  they  are  stowing  away  in  batteaux  lying  at  the 
landing  down  stream.  At  the  upper  landing  a  pirogue 
is  making  fast,  from  which  frontiersmen  are  taking  small 
bales  of  furs  into  the  trader's  cabin,  which  stands  to  the 
side  and  in  advance  of  the  Fort.  Small  knots  of  citizens 
are  discussing  the  approaching  departure  of  the  soldiers, 
several  young  women  among  them,  who  disconsolately 
watch  certain  of  the  soldiers. 

VOSE  [In  the  intervals  of  directing  his  men].  Well,  Major  Stick- 
ney,  you  must  be  feeling  that  Fort  Wayne  has  outgrown  its 
long  clothes. 

STICKNEY.  By  gad,  Vose,  it  is  a  long  way  from  a  frontier  fort 
in  hostile  Indian  country  to  the  beginning  of  a  thriving  me- 
tropolis in  the  great  State  of  Indiana! 

MRS.  PELTIER.  Would  you  call  it  a  metropolis,  Major  Stickney? 
It's  just  going  to  lose  more  than  half  of  its  inhabitants. 

STICKNEY.  It  doesn't  make  much  difference  what  we  call  it 
now,  Mrs.  Peltier,  ma'am,  it's  going  to  be  some  day.  The  portage 
that  set  the  Miami  villages  here  is  going  to  make  a  city  of  it. 

VOSE.  I'm  sure  I  hope  so,  for  the  sake  of  all  the  dear  friends  I'm 
leaving  behind. 

SUTTENFIELD.  You've  all  heard  Captain  Wells  say  long  ago 
that  there's  going  to  be  a  canal  connecting  the  Wabash  with 
the  Maumee  here.  There  won't  have  to  be  any  toting  done  at 
all  then;  water  carriage  all  the  way  from  New  Orleans  to  the 
Great  Lakes! 

MRS.  SUTTENFIELD.  William  Suttenfield,  you  will  have  to  do 
some  toting  if  you  expect  anybody  in  the  tavern  to  have  hot 
bread  for  supper.  There  isn't  a  speck  of  flour  in  the  house. 

SUTTENFIELD.  All  right,  Laura.  I'll  go  over  to  the  store  and 
get  some  right  away.  [To  Vose.]  Where  are  you  going  from 
here,  Major — to  Detroit? 

VOSE.  We  drop  down  the  Maumee  to  Port  Lawrence,  William, 
first;  there's  part  of  your  voyage  from  New  Orleans  to  the 
Great  Lakes. 

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SUTTENFIELD.    Now  I  shouldn't  be  surprised  if  we  had  another 

canal  to  Maumee  Bay  some  day;  the  water  in  the  river  is  giving 

out,  and  we'll  have  to  have  it.     [A  little  girl  tugs  at  his  coat.] 

Oh,  yes,  that  flour.    I'll  get  it  right  away,  my  dear.    [To  Mrs. 

Peltier.]     Now,  don't  you  think  we're  going  to  have  a  canal, 

Angeline. 

MRS.  PELTIER.     My  husband  does,  anyway.     Here  he  comes 

now. 

PELTIER.     [Coming  to  join  the  group.]     I  wonder  if  anybody's 

thought  to  tell  Chief  Richardville  about  the  garrison's  going 

away  today. 

VOSE.    Both  Major  Stickney  and  myself  have  attended  to  that, 

Peltier.     [To  two  soldiers  who  are  having  trouble  with  a  largish 

box.]     There,  men,  handle  that  carefully;  there's  glassware  in 

it.     For  heaven's  sake  don't  drop  it. 

[The  box  falls  with  a  crash.] 

PELTIER.  Breakables  have  about  as  much  chance  with  all 
those  girls  standing  around  as  a  man  that  keeps  chickens  has 
to  finish  his  dinner  when  the  sky's  full  of  hen-hawks. 
SUTTENFIELD.  I've  just  been  talking  about  the  canal  across 
the  portage  here,  Jim.  [A  small  boy  tugs  at  his  coat.  He  puts 
his  head  down  to  hear  the  message.]  By  jing,  I  clean  forgot  that 
flour! 

[He  goes  into  the  trader's  cabin  and  presently  comes  out 
with  a  sack  of  flour  and  goes  off  to  the  left. 
[A  bugle  call  sounds  from  the  Fort.  The  soldiers  stow 
away  the  last  of  their  packages  and,  followed  by  Vose, 
retire  into  the  Fort.  Presently  they  return  in  dress  uni- 
form and  are  joined  by  the  young  women;  most  earnest 
conversation  of  a  private  nature  ensues.] 

STICKNEY.  It's  going  to  make  a  lot  of  difference  to  me — those 
soldiers  going  away,  folks. 

MRS.  PELTIER.     It's  going  to  make  a  lot  of  difference  to  every- 
body.    I  can't  bear  to  think  of  the  old  Fort's  being  deserted. 
I've  had  good  times  there,  from  before  the  siege  right  on. 
SUTTENFIELD.     [Returning  to  the  group.]     We'll  miss  the  fifes 
and  drums  a-playing  every  day. 

PELTIER.  We'll  miss  Major  Vose,  too;  he's  a  Christian  gentle- 
man if  ever  there  was  one. 

MRS.  SUTTENFIELD.  I  don't  know  what  we're  going  to  do  for 
religious  services  when  the  Major  goes  away  and  gives  up 
those  he's  been  having  ever  since  he  came. 

[The  two  women  show  signs  of  tears.] 

STICKNEY.  Well,  I  don't  know  as  we  can  help  it  any.  For  gad's 
sake,  you  girls,  don't  cry. 

PELTIER.  Angeline,  crying  about  it  won't  keep  'em  here. 
Besides,  it  always  spoils  your  pretty  eyes,  my  dear. 

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SUTTENFIELD.    We  ought  to  give  them  some  sort  of  send-off— 

a  speech,  or  something  like  that. 

STICKNEY.    Here  comes  young  Hanna,  now;  he's  the  very  fellow 

to  do  it.     [Hanna  enters  from  the  right,  and  they  all  hail  him.] 

Say,  Samuel,  Bill  here  is  suggesting  you  make  a  speech  to 

Major  Vose  and  the  soldiers  before  they  go. 

MRS.  PELTIER.    Do,  Mr.  Hanna;  we  haven't  heard  a  real  speech 

for  ages. 

MRS.  SUTTENFIELD.     William  here  can  tell  you  a  lot  of  things 

to  say — about  the  canal,  for  instance. 

HANNA.    But  there  are  a  lot  of  things  to  say,  friends.    Today 

is  the  forty-fourth  anniversary  of  the  fight  at  Lexington,  for 

one  thing. 

STICKNEY.     By  gad,  it  doesn't  seem  possible  it  happened  as 

long  ago  as  that! 

SUTTENFIELD.     It  is,  isn't  it?     The  nineteenth  of  April;  1775 

from  1819  is  44.    You're  right,  Samuel. 

MRS.  SUTTENFIELD.     But  he  knew  he  was  right  before  he  said 

anything.    He  doesn't  just  open  his  mouth  and  let  it  say  what 

it  likes,  like  some. 

PELTIER.     You'd  better  let  Hanna  alone,  all  of  you.     He'll 

know  what  to  say.    Here's  Chief  Richardville  coming  with  his 

braves  in  full  toggery  now. 

[Enter  Richardville,  with  a  small  band  of  Indians.  There 
are  mutual  greetings.  A  bugle  sounds  from  within  the 
Fort.  The  soldiers  without  make  an  appropriate  end  to 
their  philander  ings  and  hasten  within.] 

STICKNEY.  Is  it  as  late  as  that?  Well,  they'll  be  starting  in 
a  minute  or  so  now. 

[There  is  a  sound  of  fifes  and  drums  from  within.  The 
garrison  marches  out  through  the  gates  of  the  Fort.  They 
come  into  formation  about  the  flag  and  cannon.  Clark  and 
soldiers  stand  by  ready  to  salute  the  colors.  The  towns- 
people throng  in. 

HANNA  [Stepping  forward  as  the  garrison  comes  into  formation.] 
Major  Voss,  officers  and  men.  On  behalf  of  these  our  fellow- 
citizens,  and  of  myself,  I  wish  to  bid  you  all  godspeed.  When 
this  Fort  was  built,  it  was  to  guard  a  long  frontier  from  British 
depredation  and  attack.  Wise  treaties  have  long  granted  us 
here  in  Fort  Wayne  a  peace  so  secure  that  it  is  no  longer  neces- 
sary we  should  be  so  guarded.  Yet,  without  the  courage  and 
the  wisdom  that  have  marked  all  the  dealings  of  the  officers 
of  our  gallant  army  from  General  Wayne's  time  to  the  present, 
this  peace  could  not  have  come  to  us.  Now  it  has  come,  and 
we  pray  it  will  be  lasting.  May  you,  in  accepting  from  a  grate- 
ful people  the  thanks  which  I  so  feebly  express,  be  guided  by 
every  good  fortune  this  world  may  know  into  a  safe  haven  in 

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the  world  beyond!  May  your  journey  from  this  spot  be  speedy 
and  prosperous,  and  may  you  be  assured  through  long  and 
happy  years  that  you  place  in  our  hearts  is  secure! 

[Applause  and  cheers.] 

VOSE.     Mr.  Hanna,  ladies  and  gentlemen,  speaking  for  myself 
and  my  command,  I  wish  to  thank  you  one  and  all  for  this 
farewell  expression  of  your  regard,  and  for  innumerable  acts 
of  courtesy  and  kindness  which  shall  always  have  a  place  in 
our  memory.    And  now,  in  parting,  may  I  offer  up  a  prayer  to 
Almighty  God  for  us  all?    O  God,  the  Father  of  all  men,  who 
hast  long  watched  over  and  protected  Thy  servants,  continue, 
we  beseech  Thee,  Thy  divine  protection.     Bless  these  Thy  peo- 
ple of  Fort  Wayne  in  all  their  comings  and  goings.     Bless  these 
Indians,  Thy  children,  the  last  survivors  of  a  mighty  race  upon 
these  lands  of  their  forefathers.    Bless  these  soldiers  and  the  coun- 
try which  they  serve,  and  grant  it  a  lasting  peace.    Bless  this  new 
State  of  Indiana  and  give  it  prosperity  and  true  happiness.  Bless 
this  meeting  place  of  the  three  rivers  and  prosper  it  and  all  who 
shall  come  to  it  to  make  them  a  home,  now  and  for  ever.     Amen. 
[Clark,  who  has  been  waiting,  watch  in  hand,   gives  the 
command.     The  Flag  comes  down,  all  saluting,  the  cannon 
booms,  and  the  fifes  and  drums  strike  up  "Hail  Columbia." 
The  soldiers  run  the  cannon  down  to  the  batteaux  in  waiting, 
while  there  are  partings   and   handshakings   between  the 
officers  and  townspeople.     The  entire  command  embarks 
and  the  batteaux  move  down  stream  into  the  dimming  light. 
The  young  women  weep  in  the  intervals  of  handkerchief 
waving,  and  as  the  last  of  the  batteaux  is  disappearing  in 
the  darkness  the  fifers  and  drummers  aboard  it  strike  up 
" The  Girl  I  Left  Behind  Me." 

[The  light  brightens,  to  show  Indian  children  in  buck- 
skin coming  stealthily  into  view  in  all  directions,  eventually 
gathering  in  the  center  to  dance.  French  children  with 
blue  sashes  on  which  are  golden  fleurs-de-lys  come  from 
the  right,  dance  by  themselves  and  then  with  the  Indians. 
English  children  with  white  sashes  showing  the  red  cross 
of  St.  George  follow  from  the  left,  dance  by  themselves, 
then  with  the  others.  From  the  gates  of  the  deserted  Fort 
come  children  with  sashes  showing  the  Stars  and  Stripes, 
who  do  as  others  have  before  them.  Around  one  corner  of 
the  Fort  come  children  with  green  sashes,  around  the  other 
children  with  red,  white,  and  black  sashes,  who  go  through 
the  same  evolutions.  At  last,  another  group  of  children 
bearing  many  sashes  with  the  Stars  and  Stripes  march 
from  the  Fort,  escorting  maidens  with  the  Flags  of  the 
United  States,  of  Indiana,  and  of  Fort  Wayne.  These 
distribute  the  American  sashes  to  all  the  others,  who  place 
them  over  those  previously  worn,  after  saluting  and  kneeling 
to  the  Flags,  as  the  lights  dim  and  go  out.] 

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BALLET 

of 

FOET  WAYNE 

Directed  by 

Miss  MURIEL  LABIMORE 


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Scene  VI. 


SCENE  VI 
CHARACTERS 

HENRY  W.  LAWTON 

WILLIAM  P.  SEGUB 

WILLIAM  H.  LINK 

GEORGE  HUMPHREY 

FRANKLIN  P.  RANDALL,  Mayor  of  Fort  Wayne 

HUGH  McCuLLocH 

ALLEN  HAMILTON 

MORGAN  FRENCH 


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SCENE  VI— PROLOGUE 
THUNDERHEAD 

Distant  the  roll  of  war's  tremendous  drums, 

Yet  gladly  your  tall  men  go  hence  to  death. 

From  Mexico  an  empire  vast  is  won; 

When  nearer  sounds  the  clangorous  call  to  arms: 

The  Union  of  your  council-fires  proves  not 

So  strong  men  will  not  test  its  bond;  it  holds; 

To  come  to  Union  firmer  still.    Glorious 

The  story,  noble  your  participation. 

Meanwhile  Peace  her  smiling  victory  gains: 

Broad  waterways  with  commerce  lace  the  land. 

And  the  old  portage  passes  here  at  last. 

Canals  give  place  to  lengthening  iron  bands 

Whereon  laborious  iron  monsters  shriek — 

Iron,  a  miracle  once! — and  slender  wires 

Along  the  sky  link  shore  to  farthest  shore, 

Annihilating  time,  and  great  machines, 

A  thousand  handed,  toil  that  men  may  rest. 

My  place  knows  me  no  more,  and  so,  farewell. 

An  hundred  years  and  I  may  come  again. 

Your  Indiana,  lovelier  in  the  bloom 

Of  fivescore  summers  than  your  growing  girls 

And  wiser  than  your  wise  old  women,  stands 

Secure.    God  guard  her  and  you  all.    Farewell! 


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SCENE  VI.  A  busy  street  corner  in  the  city  of  Fort  Wayne 
on  April  16,  1861.  The  streets  meeting  there  run  from  it 
at  a  rather  obtuse  angle  into  the  distance.  There  are  many 
in  the  streets  and  flags  with  thirty-one  stars  are  beginning 
to  be  displayed  in  shop  windows  and  from  the  stories 
above.  The  excitement  of  the  news  from  Fort  Sumter 
and  immediate  war  is  upon  everybody.  Earnest  con- 
versation about  the  insult  to  the  Flag  is  being  had  on  all 
sides,  every  aspect  of  the  case  is  discussed  seriously,  and 
there  is  great  eagerness  to  learn  more.  Newsboys  with  the 
latest  editions,  crying  "Extra!  Fort  Sumner  surrendered! 
Lincoln  calls  for  troops!"  and  similar  information,  are 
surrounded,  and  their  papers  immediately  bought.  Down 
from  the  corner,  where  all  the  dialogue  is  spoken,  is  a 
doorway  leading  to  Hedekin  Hall,  where  a  meeting  for 
purposes  of  enlistment  has  been  called  by  three  of  the 
leading  men  of  the  town. 

SEGUR  [Meeting  Lawton  at  the  corner  and  shaking  his  hand.] 
This  is  bad  news,  Henry  Lawton.  It  means  war. 

LAWTON.  It  means  war,  Mr.  Segur.  If  the  South  goes  out  and 
divides  the  country,  it  won't  be  a  country  at  all. 

LINK  [Joining  them].  I'm  for  the  Union,  boys.  Perhaps  the 
South  has  a  right  to  secede.  The  question  is,  have  we  a  right 
to  let  her? 

LAWTON.  You're  right,  Mr.  Link.  What  our  fathers  did 
before  us  we'll  have  to  do  for  our  children — not  that  7  have  any 
children;  I'm  pretty  much  alone  in  the  world. 

FRENCH  [Coming  to  them].     Why,  Henry  Lawton,  aren't  you 

going  to  work  today? 

LAWTON.    No;  Mr.  French;  I  was  going  to  the  mill  to  let  you 

know  before  I  left. 

FRENCH.    Before  you  left? 

LAWTON.    Yes,  sir;  I'm  going  to  enlist. 

SEGUR  and  LINK.     Good,  Henry.     We'll  be  glad  to  have  you 

along. 

FRENCH.     Are  you  both  enlisting? 

SEGUR.     I  am.     If  the  Flag  is  worth  living  for,  it's  worth 

righting  for. 

LINK.    And  it's  worth  dying  for.     I'm  going  too,  Mr.  French. 

LAWTON  [Glancing  at  a  Flag  overhead].  It's  worth  every  drop 
of  blood  in  my  veins — in  every  American  boy's  veins. 

HUMPHREY  [Joining  them,  newspaper  in  hand].  Here's  what 
we're  looking  for,  boys.  I  take  it  you're  going  to  enlist? 

SEGUR.    Of  course  I  am. 
LAWTON  and  LINK.     So  am  I. 

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FRENCH.    I  suppose  I've  got  to  stay  at  home  and  make  blankets 

for  the  soldiers.    They've  got  to  have  blankets. 

SEGTJR.     That  will  be  fighting  for  the  Flag  too,  Mr.  French. 

Only  we  young  fellows  will  fight  'em  with  guns  and  bayonets 

and  you'll  fight  'em  with  blankets.     It'll  be  fighting  just  the 

same. 

FRENCH.    I'm  going  to  see  about  it  now.    I've  just  thought  of 

something.     Good-bye.     I'll  see  you  before  you  go,   Henry. 

Sorry  to  lose  you  at  the  mills.    We'll  miss  you. 

HUMPHREY  [After  finding  the  place  in  his  newspaper].     Here  it 

is.    A  call  by  Major  Franklin  P.  Randall,  Allen  Hamilton,  and 

Hugh  McCulloch  for  a  meeting  in  Hedekin  Hall  for  the  purpose 

of  raising  a  company  from  Fort  Wayne  for  immediate  service. 

LAWTON.     You've  read  President  Lincoln's  proclamation? 

SEGUR.     7  have.     It  sounds  like  bugles  blowing  to  me. 

LINK.     So   have   I — and    Governor   Morton's.      That's    what 

started  me  down  here. 

HUMPHREY.     Here  they  come  now.     I  wonder  if  they'll  go  up 

in  the  hall  first. 

[Randall,  Hamilton,  and  McCulloch  come  down  the  street 
together,  followed  by  determined-looking  young  men.     The 
crowd,  as  they  come  toward  the  corner,  cheer  intermittently.] 
RANDALL.    William  Segur,  I'm  glad  to  see  you  and  Humphrey 
and  Link  here  first.    We  need  men  like  you. 
SEGUR.    We  read  your  call  for  the  meeting,  Mr.  Mayor.    Here's 
Henry   Lawton,   that   works  for   Mr.    French  in   the   woolen 
mills.     He's  just  quit  his  job. 

MCCULLOCH.  You're  going  to  enlist,  are  you,  Lawton?  That's 
good.  [He  shakes  hands  with  Lawton,  who  looks  a  little  abashed.] 
HAMILTON.  We  think  it  would  be  a  good  thing  to  read  the 
President's  and  Governor's  Proclamations  here  on  the  corner 
where  the  crowd  is  thickest,  Link.  Can  you  give  us  something 
to  stand  on? 

[Link  goes  into  a  store  close  by  and  comes  out  with  a  solid 
box,  which  he  sets  in  place.  The  crowd,  with  some  intending 
to  enlist  and  others  merely  curious,  grows  thicker  and  soon 
extends  into  the  roadway.  Policemen  are  seen  coming  down 
the  street.] 

HUMPHREY.  There  isn't  going  to  be  any  trouble  getting  men 
enough,  Mr.  McCulloch. 

MCCULLOCH.  I  hope  not.  Lawton,  you  might  stand  in  the 
door  to  the  hall  there,  and  show  everybody  the  way  up. 

[Lawton  goes  to  the  doorway  near  by.] 

RANDALL  [Mounting  the  box].  Fellow-citizens,  it  is  the  gravest 
moment  in  the  history  of  our  common  country.  We  did  not 
make  war,  but  we  are  already  at  war.  We  must  fight,  and  to 

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fight  we  must  have  soldiers.  Let  me  read  to  you  what  President 
Lincoln  proclaimed  day  before  yesterday:  "Whereas,  the  laws 
of  the  United  States  have  been  for  some  time  past,  and  now  are, 
opposed,  and  the  execution  thereof  obstructed,  in  the  States 
of  South  Carolina,  Georgia,  Alabama,  Florida,  Mississippi, 
Louisiana,  and  Texas,  by  combinations  too  powerful  to  be 
suppressed  by  the  ordinary  course  of  judicial  proceedings, 
or  by  the  powers  vested  in  the  marshals  by  law: 

"Now,  therefore,  I,  Abraham  Lincoln,  President  of  the 
United  States,  in  virtue  of  the  power  in  me  vested  by  the 
Constitution  and  the  Laws,  have  thought  fit  to  call  forth,  and 
hereby  do  call  forth,  the  militia  of  the  several  States  of  the 
Union,  to  the  aggregate  number  of  seventy-five  thousand,  in 
order  to  suppress  said  combinations,  and  to  cause  the  laws  to 
be  duly  executed."  There  is  more  of  it,  but  that's  all  we  need 
to  know  now.  [He  steps  doen,  while  the  crowd  cheers.] 

MCCULLOCH  [Taking  his  place  on  the  box].  And  this  is  what 
Governor  Morton  replied  by  telegraph  yesterday:  "Indianap- 
olis, April  15,  1861.  To  Abraham  Lincoln,  President  of  the 
United  States:  On  behalf  of  the  State  of  Indiana,  I  tender  you 
for  the  defence  of  the  nation,  and  to  uphold  the  authority  of 
the  government,  ten  thousand  men.  Oliver  P.  Morton, 
Governor  of  Indiana."  [Loud  cheers  from  the  crowd.] 
HAMILTON  [Taking  his  place  on  the  box].  Boys,  that  ought  to 
make  us  proud  of  Indiana;  and  Governor  Morton's  Proclama- 
tion today  will  make  us  prouder:  "Whereas,  An  armed  re- 
bellion has  been  organized  in  certain  States  of  this  Union, 
having  for  its  purpose  the  overthrow  of  the  Government  of 
the  United  States; 

"And  whereas.  The  authors  and  movers  in  this  rebellion 
have  seized,  by  violence,  various  forts  and  arsenals  belonging 
to  the  United  States,  and  otherwise  plundered  the  Government 
of  large  amounts  of  money  and  valuable  property; 

"And  whereas,  Fort  Sumter,  a  fortress  belonging  to  the 
United  States,  the  exclusive  possesssion  and  jurisdiction  over 
which  was  vested  in  the  General  Government  by  the  Con- 
stitution of  the  United  States,  has  been  besieged  by  a  large 
army  and  assaulted  by  a  destructive  cannonade  and  reduced 
to  submission,  and  the  National  Flag  hauled  down  and  dis- 
honored; 

"And  whereas,  the  President  of  the  United  States,  in  the 
exercise  of  the  power  vested  in  him  by  the  Federal  Constitution, 
has  called  upon  the  several  States  remaining  true  to  their 
allegiance  to  aid  him  in  the  enforcement  of  the  laws,  the 
recovery  of  the  National  property,  and  the  maintenance  of  the 
rightful  authority  of  the  United  States; 

"Now,  therefore,  I,  Oliver  P.  Morton,  Governor  of  the 
State  of  Indiana,  call  upon  the  lawful  and  patriotic  men  of 

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this  State,  to  the  number  of  six  regiments,  to  organize  them- 
selves into  military  companies,  and  forthwith  report  the  same 
to  the  Adjutant-General,  in  order  that  they  may  be  speedily 
mustered  into  the  service  of  the  United  States.  Oliver  P. 
Morton,  Governor."  We  want  an  immediate  response  to  this 
not  in  words,  but  in  men.  We  are  going  up  into  the  Hall 
to  take  down  the  names  of  those  who  are  ready  and  willing 
to  keep  Allen  County  right  in  the  eyes  of  our  President  and 
our  Governor.  All  who  want  to  help  the  Union,  follow  us! 

[Randall,  McCulloch,  Hamilton,  Segur,and  Link  lead  the 
way  through  the  doorway  past  Lawton,  and  many  others 
stream  up  from  the  crowd.  As  they  are  going  in  a  voice 
from  the  street,  "To  hell  with  the  Union."  There  is  an 
immediate  outbreak,  McCulloch  running  back  with  some 
of  the  men  from  the  Hall  and  others  running  out  from  the 
stores,  while  many  come  running  down  the  streets.  The 
policemen  shoulder  their  way  into  the  crowd  amid  cries 
of  "Here  he  is!  Come  and  get  him!  Put  him  in  jail!" 
As  they  bring  out  a  sadly  battered  looking  man  there  are 
cries  of  "Hang  him!  Hang  the  traitor!  Lynch  him! 
Lynch  him!" 

MCCULLOCH  [Mounting  the  box].  The  law  will  take  care  of  him, 
boys.  Leave  him  alone.  [The  crowd,  which  has  been  trying  to 
get  its  hands  on  the  Secessionist  again,  desists,  and  returns  to 
hear  what  McCulloch  has  to  say.]  The  way  to  reply  to  a  traitor 
like  that,  boys,  isn't  to  beat  him.  That  won't  save  the  Union. 
Go  upstairs  and  enlist  to  beat  the  men  who  agree  with  him 
down  South.  That  will  do  some  good.  They're  the  ones  to 
fight — and  we've  got  to  beat  them!  Go  upstairs!  Let  the 
storm  blow!  Let  traitors  rage!  Let  the  despots  of  Europe 
imagine  a  vain  thing!  Liberty  is  still  with  us  a  living  principle; 
the  Union,  though  assailed,  a  reality — bound  and  cemented 
as  it  was  by  the  blood  of  the  Revolution,  it  is  indissoluble  and 
imperishable.  [Cries  of  "Good!  Good!  We're  going  up!"  and 
many  more  pass  through  the  doorway  where  Lawton  stands. 
There  is  an  attempt  on  the  part  of  others  who  intend  going  up  to 
force  unwilling  spectators  to  join  them  in  enlisting.]  There, 
there,  boys,  be  patient,  be  patient!  There's  plenty  of  time. 
The  men  are  enlisting  for  ninety  days,  and  those  won't  be  up 
for  three  months  yet.  There'll  be  plenty  of  time. 

[The  forcible  persuasion  ends  and  many  who  have  been 
alarmed  by  it  leave  the  crowd  and  go  their  ways,  their 
places  being  taken  by  newcomers  immediately.] 

A  VOICE  [From  the  street].  What  are  you  going  to  do  with  the 
men  when  you  get  them,  McCulloch? 

MCCULLOCH.  They're  going  to  take  the  first  train  they  can  get 
to  Indianapolis,  and  drill  there.  There's  no  time  to  lose  if 
we're  going  to  teach  the  South  its  lesson  in  ninety  days. 

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A  VOICE  [From  the  street].     It'll  take  that  long,  anyway. 

[There  are  mutterings  in  the  crowd,  and  attempts  to  dis- 
cover who  made  the  remark.  Women  are  seen  coming  down 
the  streets.  Rousing  cheers  come  from  the  open  windows 
of  the  Hall  above.  The  crowd  below  cheers  in  answer. 

HUMPHREY  [Appearing  at  the  window  above  and  waving  a  flag, 

while  the  crowd  cheers  the  flag  for  a  moment  more.]     Hurrah, 

boys,  the  company's  filled  already!     We've  got  our  ninety 

men — and  more! 

[Those  who  were  on  their  way  to  the  Hall  from  the  street 
are  met  in  the  doorway  by  Segur  and  Link  coming  down, 
followed  by  the  rest.  These  pass  out  into  the  street  and 
begin  forming  in  line.] 

MCCULLOCH.     What's  the  news? 

SEGUR.     We've  elected  our  officers,  Mr.  McCulloch. 

LINK.     We've  elected  Segur  captain. 

SEGUR.     And    Whitman   first   lieutenant.     And  Story  second 

lieutenant.    [The  crowd  cheers.] 

LAWTON  [Leaving  the  doorway  with  Humphrey  as  he  comes  down]. 

Is  the  company  full?     Didn't  they  leave  a  place  for  me? 

HUMPHREY.     Heavens,  man,  they've  made  you  first  duty  ser- 
geant ! 

SEGUR.     Here,  men,  fall  in,  fall  in!     Mark  time  there.     Hep! 

Hep!     Hep! 

[The  newly  elected  officers  range  the  men  in  line  as  best 
they  can.  The  women  come  forward  with  bundles  for 
their  men,  just  enlisted.  Lawton  stands  to  one  side, 
lonely  and  watching  wistfully,  everybody  else  seeming  to 
have  some  girl  or  woman  to  look  after  him.  The  crowd 
cheers  from  time  to  time,  picking  out  an  officer  by  name 
and  cheering  him.  The  leavetaking  is  ending  and  the 
company  ready  to  move  up  the  street  to  the  right,  officers 
and  men  pretty  well  in  place.] 

FRENCH   [Coming  breathlessly  to   Lawton  with  a   pair  of  new 

blankets].     Here,  Henry,  take  these.     They'll  keep  you  warm 

some  frosty  night.     Good-bye  and  good  luck  to  you. 
[Wrings  Lawton' s  hand.] 

LAWTON.    God  bless  you,  Mr.  French!    I  thought  nobody  cared 

whether  I  came  or  went.    I'll  never  forget  it. 

[Lawton  takes  his  place  in  the  ranks,  and  the  Company 
moves  up  the  street,  the  crowd  following  and  cheering  as 
the  light  dims  to  darkness. 

[The  light  brightens  again  upon  sidewalks  filled  with  ex- 
pectant men  and  women.  From  the  far  distance,  right,  there 
sounds  the  blare  of  the  bugles  and  the  roll  of  drums.  Down 
wmes  a  full  regimental  band  with  bugle,  fife  and  drum 

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corps,  followed  by  the  regiment,  officers  mounted,  colors 
waving,  all  in  heavy  marching  order,  amid  waving  of 
flags  and  cheers  from  the  crowd.  The  band  is  playing  the 
Battle  Hymn  of  the  Republic  and  the  men  are  singing  the 
words  as  they  march  past,  turn  the  corner  and  disappear 
in  the  distance  left.] 

[The  light  dims  again,  and  goes  out,  to  shine  upon  the 
platform  of  the  Prophet.  There  stands  Indiana  as  the 
Goddess  of  Liberty,  the  Flag  in  one  hand,  and  a  shield 
with  the  coat-of-arms  of  the  State  in  the  other.  On  either 
side  of  her  stand  a  Sailor  and  Soldier  fully  armed  and 
equipped.  Together  they  sing,  leading  the  audience, 
standing,  in  "The  Star- Spangled  Banner,"  while  along 
the  stage  rises  a  white  mast  on  which  the  Flag  with  forty- 
eight  stars  is  resplendent.] 


OUTLINE  OF  CENTENNIAL 

CELEBRATION      PROGRAM 

FORT  WAYNE,  INDIANA 

JUNE  5  TO  10,  1916 


MONDAY,  JUNE  5— Opening  of  Fort  Wayne  Industrial 
Exposition.  Two  miles  of  exhibits.  Many  big  circus  acts. 

TUESDAY,  JUNE  6— Opening  of  Celebration  proper.  "Fra- 
ternal Day"  parades  and  demonstration  of  fraternal 
societies.  Opening  presentation  of  "America's  Greatest 
Pageant." 

WEDNESDAY,  JUNE  7— "Home-coming  Day."  Special 
sightseeing  trip  for  home-comers.  Pageant  at  night. 

THURSDAY,  JUNE  8— "Woman's  Day."  Hon.  W.  H.  Taffc 
and  Governor  Samuel  M.  Ralston  speak  at  Pageant  Grounds. 
Great  floral  automobile  parade  and  other  features  in  after- 
noon. Closing  presentation  of  pageant. 

FRIDAY,  JUNE  9— "Musical  and  Carnival  Day."  Band 
contests  and  other  special  features. 

SATURDAY,  JUNE  10— Closing  day  of  Fort  Wayne  Indus- 
trial Exposition. 


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COLUMBIA,  THE  GEM  OF  THE  OCEAN. 

DAYID  T.  SHAVT.  THOMAS  A.  BECKETT. 


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